How rarely these few years (Seth)

21Oct/076

How rarely these few years (Seth)

How rarely these few years, as work keeps us aloof,
Or fares, or one thing or another,
Have we had days to spend under our parents' roof:
Myself, my sister, and my brother.
All five of us will die; to reckon from the past
This flesh and blood is unforgiving.
What's hard is that just one of us will be the last
To bear it all and go on living

Vikram Seth

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Meher
October 21st, 2007 - 19:48

I love your collection of poems. Life is indeed most difficult for those who have to live through the deaths of so many.
nocturnal
October 22nd, 2007 - 01:29

nice,
bitter reality in the form of delicate poetry.

Bikharnay ko hai alam-e-rung-o-bu
tum kidher jao gi, hum kidher jaiN gay

kitni dilkush ho tum, kitna dil ju hooN maiN
kya sitam hai ke hum donoN mer jaiN gay.

Jon Alya
Irving
October 22nd, 2007 - 03:14

Perfectly true and even more poignant since I am a parent of grown children Ah, such is life.

Ya Haqq!
Zobaria
October 23rd, 2007 - 08:07

I am the fifth and youngest one in my family. It has always been my horror that I might be “the last man standing”.
I never thought to say this, but Seth is pithy.
Adam Insaan
November 8th, 2007 - 21:40

Aa Adam`
gia tuj goh naseeb
ekh Pharista-e-Maut
dam nikaltey

Ya Rabb
hum goh Insaan banadey
Naam-e-Elahii lab beh

-just asking my Rabb to make me an insaan in this life.

YaÂ´Rabb make all beleivers get the Book of Deeds in the Right hand. Ameen.
Raza Rumi
November 9th, 2007 - 02:13

Adam: thanks for the comment and also the lines