As he lay there dying, He came to his senses, Realizing the horror he had become,
Asked of a boon that was noble: ‘Do not mourn my death, but celebrate a festival, Let people wear their finest and exchange sweets, Let there be rows of light and sparklers;
‘For with my death, Light would have vanquished darkness, Goodness would’ve triumphed Evil, For I am sorry to have lost my way,
Let this be remembered when you celebrate my death.’ Cried out Naragasuran with his dying breath.
Note: This is my interpretation of Naragasuran’s dying wish, in English. Naragasura’s story was my favorite Diwali story, growing up in India. (This poem was written for the daily thread of Diwali wishes, for “Poets on Medium” Facebook page.)
I write what impacts me, what strikes my fancy; as I live my life day after day.
Once an idea takes hold, I go where it takes me as I try to shape it into some form of written expression.
Each idea is a beginning of something inexplicable. As I work with one, it may grow into fruition, go dormant biding time or just die away.
As I run with an idea through the annals of my mind, not knowing what would be fashioned from it, I discover something about myself, gain better understanding of the people and the world around me.
On this blog I have shared some of that experience as stories or poetry or essays. I have also added some quotes I like.
If you enjoy reading the pieces as much as I enjoy writing them, please share this-link with someone you know.
Thank you,
Lekha Murali
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