Author: Harpreet Chhachhia

Just me and nothing else but.

To Rolfe.

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Those round and bulging and luminous eyes!
And those ears that hung outward like a bat!
An expression of a Pug in disguise –
Mobile even before the drop of the hat!
Tawny coloured, alert and bendy-backed,
A flimsy walk and a nonchalant air,
Quite a few faults I know he did not lack,
A will that would make him pick any dare.
That was Rolfe, whom some call my second best –
E’en I used to think so up until now –
Now that he has passed the Ultimate Test:
To prove I loved him anyway and how!
Angels came and took him from us today,
I loved him – guess that’s all I wanted t’say.

20th November

To G—-

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I remember many a thing
That a special moment to the mind can bring:
I remember our Childhood –
Can we forget it? (Oh, as if we could!)
I remember the orange horizons and purple clouds,
The Garden with the butterfly crowds;
I remember a sassy little tomboy
And those small, memorable moments of joy;
I remember that blue pretty dress
And you, seated on the divan, in a flare;
I remember those scholastic times of stress,
With you in tartan red and oily hair;
I remember those tube-lit journeys,
Of valiant Rescues and rural Journeys;
I remember the coterie of friends
And you, tagging along at the deep end;
I remember jealousy, too, and fights,
But then there were always ‘Xmas lights.
I remember a Nanny’s favouritism,
But that made up for my criticism.
I remember you turning overnight,
From gauche darkness to vain delight;
I remember hours of reading and listening
And a sharing of likes and mutual feeling;
I remember so many things in this life,
But, through all the joy and the strife,
I remember you always being there –
And although I don’t mention it, I care;
And although I don’t say it (nor do you),
I love you as much as you love me, too.

2nd April.

Agape

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AGAPE.

Love is God’s nature.
The Greek language has a word for this kind of love, agape. The Merriam-Webster Dictionary gives agape this definition, self giving loyal concern that freely accepts another and seeks his or her good.

Written for the novel that I had begun, entitled the same.

The Burning Star tore out the sky,
Bloody Time made thee sing
A song of truth for those who die,
Against Power and his King.

Thou were taught to fight for thy own;
Take an eye for an eye!
But the Time of Hate has since flown,
And somewhere it will die!

For what reason the Fight, when he
Who thou were meant to hate
Is bound to thee by Love’s decree,
Writ by the hand of Fate?

The Burning Star showed thee the way;
The Song thou had to sing –
Of the brightness of a brand-new Day,
And the Love which It did bring.

26th August.