The Captain

This poem was written when my uncle, Naval Godrej passed away in 1990 after a terminal illness caused by contaminated blood transfusion he received when he was stabbed in 1979. It was again read at Godrej Baug when a road was named after him (this was covered in BPP review and Jam-E-Jamshed)

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Who can escape the sting of fate?

At best we can but feint and dodge,

We know some day the barb will lodge.

For some it's soon for other's late.

Though nature yields sometimes to reason

Not all transpires in timely  season.

How dreadful-a slow sapping death,

Where every moment's full of strife

And breathing's all that's left of life

And life itself not worth a breath.

We must accept the soul is leaving,

But nothing can arrest our grieving.

For solace,there still is the past

And grief is foiled by reveries-

The treasure of sweet memories

Of which our hoard is rich and vast.

Each day we can produce a jewel

And grief is bound to lose the duel.

But why not gaze the other way

And build for him a monument,

Complete the work for which he spent

Each and every living day.

And thus the wounds of grief we suture

By looking at the past and future.

No one quite knows where he can be.

I have avision-a quiet beach,

He stands and gazes at the reach,

He boards a yacht ,he's out at sea,

He navigates an endless ocean.

And I am lulled by this strange notion.

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