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Remembering Smita Patil – Poem by Deepti Naval

by- Deepti Naval

Sharing a moment with Smita . . . at Band Stand on a monsoon day . . .

Always on the run
Chasing our dreams
We met each time –

At baggage claims
VIP lounges
Check- in counters

Stood a while together
Among gaping crowds
Spoke, unspoken words

Yearning to share
Yet afraid, afraid
Of ourselves

All around us
People cheering, leering
And we, like spectacles
Amidst all the madness

Trying to live a moment
Of truth
A glance, a touch
A feeling to hold on to
And move on…

The last time we sat together
Waiting for a flight
I remember I’d said,

‘There must be another way
Of living this life!’

For a long time
You remained silent


Without blinking
Without turning

‘There isn’t’

You are gone, and
I’m still running…

Still trying
To prove you wrong . . .


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Comments (2)


    The poem reflects foresightedness of the great artist Smitha Patil who lived among ordinary people

  2. Atul Mamtora

    Wow,So sweet. Those youthful days dreams always die ….do not they. She inspired me with her choices of roles in Nishant and Manthan in youthful days.It is a never ending road and long way to go.

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