A Faithful Lover Poem by Dr Hitesh Sheth
A Faithful Lover
He alone struts with swagger fine,
To tame alike, humans and kine.
He breathes with us, with us he dines,
The cupbearer of life’s wine.
He feeds us all - the beings of clay,
As people raise chickens for prey.
We play in his gape, love in his lap,
Unaware of his bewitching trap.
He relishes our cries and sighs
While lurking in passionless skies.
He is the solid truth here
His shadows are kin and peers.
He is death, our faithful lover
Who leads us to peace bricked bower.
Dr Hitesh C Sheth
21/04/2009
a marvelous depiction! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! given 10++
Very much interesting you are presenting your idea. Unusually vividly. If a death of the masculine gender is a lover, for me he is a surprise. More I became accustomed that it was woman. Your poem took me on still other path and I am thinking, whether it is the other path, or only my vivid imagination, is suggesting me additional solutions for this topic. Your poem interested me and what's more he puzzled. You are writing nice and and very good, and it is hard to resist the impression, that writing such a poem as this, you have interesting field for observation, in what way words are bringing up other. Everyone has this possibility but... your profession is your additional asset :) and poem - wonderful. I am greeting and I thank. :) (10v.) Maria Barbara Korynt
Irony leaves a strong stamp on this fascinating poem about life's sly companion. The rhyming couplet form too (almost like the tramping of feet) reinforces the death march rhythm of the piece. Your faithful lover is certainly a fascinating metaphor for death as one who is always there, watching. A bold and brazen poem. Love, Allie ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥
A beautiful and meanigful write in alliterative diction. Excellent! !
Life is just ‘stop-over’ in journey …of what I don’t know… But Death is not a ‘stop-over’ but ‘Ever’ …as some sects in India worships Death… Great poet R.N.Tagore wrote O’ Death you’re like Shyam [Lord Krishna] To be more straight Life is accident …but Death is incident… Excellent poem Sir 10++ Ms. Nivedita UK
He breathes with us, with us he dines, The cupbearer of life’s wine. Rachel Ann Butler
a wonderful cognitive extended metaphor: ''He is the solid truth here His shadows are kin and peers.'' in an excellent cognitive portrait of a poem....10+++
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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4/19/2024 2:48:29 PM # 1.0.0.1119
'He relishes our cries and sighs While lurking in passionless skies'is the gist of your great poem Dr.Really death cherishes and takes pleasure because death do its own work with sincerity. '