Beside A Graveyard Poem by Valsa George
Beside A Graveyard
Gazing into the heavy eyelids of the sun
In the sacred silence of the dusk
Through a route obscure and lonely
I walked on until reached before a grave yard
My thoughts curled round the forgotten tombs
Where the dead remain anonymous as dust,
And sleep dreamless through the years,
Where the wind whistles through the heap of bones,
Where the weeds silently shed their tears,
Where silence sits brooding to hatch gloom,
Where inscriptions moulder on the memorial tablets,
Where ivy twines round fallen columns
This is the empire of the forgotten souls!
The dark shadowy palace where all shall enter,
When the curtain falls over our little lives
And the farce of life comes to its close.
This is the only place,
Where one is not entitled to stand in queue
Or vie with one another to overtake,
A place least preferred by anyone
One day all of us will have to enter this place, whether we like it or not. It is an irrevocable truth! This thought governs me more and more as I grow old! Each time I pass by a cemetery, I am reminded of the fleeting nature of life. We all have a tendency to gloat over the thought that we will be fondly remembered after our death by our close ones, but it is a foolish thought! How quickly we will fade out, even from memory!
Please read my poem.......'Silent Sleep the Dead' if possible which can be seen as a twin piece!
''Where the wind whistles through the heap of bones, Where the weeds silently shed their tears, Where silence sits brooding to hatch gloom, Where inscriptions moulder on the memorial tablets, Where ivy twines round fallen columns'' - there is so much poetic beauty in these verses! A poem which reminds us all of how ephemeral all is.
Thanks dark shadowy palace where all shall enter When the curtain falls over our little life And the farce of life come to it's close. The real truth, we are born to die and waiting for our turn..well penned
In the sacred silence of the dusk lonely mind perceives a graveyard. Death sits on his imperial throne but human glory remains in core of memory. Moss grown grave stones are amazingly marked by the successors. This graveyard is the empire of the forgotten souls! An amazing and brilliant poem is wisely penned...10
A beautiful poem! Lofty poetic imagination and a very nice picture! My favorite lines: And sleep dreamless through the years/Where the wind whistles through the heap of bones/Where the weeds silently shed their tears/Where silence sits brooding to hatch gloom! I appreciate your powerful imagination that a common man tends to gloat that s/he will be fondly remembered after death!
valsa, because of the limitations of responding in this space, i've sent a message using the send message button. -glen
'This is the only place, Where one is not entitled to stand in queue Or vie with one another to overtake, A place least preferred by anyone'.. is a very meaningful stanza. The final resting place for everyone. Loved it.
This is a masterpiece which put us face to face with reality. A grim, yet meaningful reminder of nature's plan for all life; and Man included. Time will indeed erase all from the memory. Thanks Valsa,
Whither come whither go.Truth of life revealed in the poem. Evidence is solid.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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5/1/2024 11:41:39 PM # 1.0.0.1119
Full of life's philosophy...very true that some day we all will be no more...fame or shame will be overtaken by another freshly born life...fortune or misery all come and go..so too the body and its life...but to be remembered by all for years and aeons, I as a poetess think, should write a poem like this...superb thoughts...specially the second stanza is excellent...stay blessed for ever