This one is for my ailing Grandmother, suffering from throat cancer. I have not given it lot of consideration, but just felt like sharing it here. -------------------------------------------------------------------------- Bag Of Bones. When I close my eyes, I remember those days wen she walked me made me smile gave into my every demand I can still see her smiling stretching her lips as far as they go a gleam in her eyes dying with passing time I can still hear her calling my name and then coughing helplessly till tears in her eye run down her cheek I can still see her limping walking down the road searching for that last hope to live another day I can still feel her heart trying hard to beat and beat the angel of death now, there she lies all helpless and tired like a "bag of bones" waiting for inevitable I can see my father failing miserably to hold back his grief and anguish I caught him last night crying silently in the darkest corner of his room and then he smiled at me, rather sheepishly I hugged him held him tight never wanting to let him go your comments and suggestions are valuable.
Seems there are way too many things for you that you cant take seriously.....keep giggling mate life would teach you all in its own time.
Well actually (I guess) he meant you needed to be more sombre while writing on these topics, have to be absolute picky.
dude, you don't call your grandma a bag of bones. You just don't. I understand what you're trying to potray by saying that she's not what you remember her to be....perhaps saying something like her being a shell of her former existence is what you meant. My apologies for sounding rude.
huhhhh.........I cant believe that I have to explain it to you now. My grandma has throat cancer and cant eat anythng and is surviving on liquid diet.she has gone so weak in last 2 months that she luks like a "bag of bones". She can barely walk,talk and breath 'coz her ulcer has blocked her nasal cavity. So when I say "bag of bones" I mean "BAG OF BONES". No further discussion on this atleast with you. Thxs for reading though.
Firstly, i looked at the title and started giggling. and i giggled more when i read these lines. But, i didnt read what it was about until later. I'm sorry about what happened but i seriously think that this poem doesnt convey much of the grief/pain. (presuming thats what you wanted it to do)
I can imagine you're upset and thus I do not want to continue this. I'll put my point across one more time and stop no matter what your reply be. My grandmother is 80 years old. She looks like an old hag but nothing in this world could justify my calling her an old hag. "Bag of bones" is a term that is derogatory and it is unforgivable (in my opinion) to use it for someone who cannot help the way they've become. You don't call a person wearing an eye-patch "old one-eye".
Its just how u luk at it mate....u can only be disrespectful when you really want to be. and where the hell is mentioned that "bag of bones" is derogatory remark, until u really wanna make it one.
I know "bag of bones" sounds funny but believe me it only sounds funny. In real physical state its horrifying. And yes abt poem I agree that it doesnt totally convey what I really wanted maybe somehow I cdnt gather right words and phrases...nevertheless I dnt write poems just for sake of it. It was just to release myself of some depression.
This is common derogatory term only for those who get some fun out of mocking at others....but for me its a terrible physical state of. Now do you see how perceptions differ.
wow waht a flow ....very swift took seconds to complete..this is real definatly...pata nahi par i hv seeen many times waht thoughts u keep on for long flow out very well...i suppose jyada time bhi nahi laga ho ga likhne main .. beautiful poem man
