How rarely all 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.
I concur with the comments of Poetess Susan Williams. We are on the same boat. Beautiful poem yet so deeply poignant.
Well written but oh how sad the topic. I have thought of dying as it is a fact of life- I just never looked at it as the last breath of our family of four- mother, father, brother, and sister. I find you a challenging and worthwhile poet, Vikram Seth.
you are my one of all time favorite poet just because of the poems like this.in all of your poems, a rhyme scheme is there which is so soothing as a reader
No self-gratification in finding out who will sustain the flesh the last, but departure is sad just the same!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
To bear it all and go on living. Congratulation Vikram Seth . I like it very much. Yours Gajanan Mishra