Valsa George


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Dust unto Dust


The briny tears have dried
The sounding knells are stilled
The grieving crowd, dispersed
The parting pain, allayed

Benumbed lie the dead
Beneath the marble vaults
Bereft of power and prowess
Benighted and beaten.

The sun shall never cast its glorious rays
The stars shall never their brilliance shed
The breeze never shall bring tidings new
The showers shall no more drench them through

A thoughtful friend sometimes seen around
A fervent prayer at times chanted aloud
A plaited wreath, rarely laid over
A trite rite, randomly carried out

There's none left to mourn or weep
Nor anyone to sing, sigh or sob
Leaving the dead to rot in the closure of graves
To life's alluring charms, the dear depart.

Cold as clay the dead lie so still
To be feasted on by maggots and the worms
Life with all its glory - defunct
Its fever and fret too - extinct.

How in vain we run after wealth
The power and position we deem so great
Shall come to naught within Time's gloomy vault
Yet we run and yet we straggle behind.

In vain ends our travail for might
Inglorious is our quest after fame
Transient turn the riches, we garner
Short lived is their gleam and glitter.

Oh Lord! Lead us not into illusory charms
Deliver us of our avarice to hoard
For all that is born and made
‘Must consign to death and come to dust.'

Submitted: Sunday, July 22, 2012
Edited: Sunday, July 22, 2012

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  • Soulful Heart (10/3/2014 1:35:00 PM)

    u reminded me of emily dickinson's words this dust is gentlemen and ladies.. the grand finale of every living thing on earth... some exit with heaps of wreaths...some with not even a proper grave...some on regal carraiges..some on bony shoulders....some in silk robes..some without even shrouds.. beautiful poem valsa as usual. (Report) Reply

  • Akhtar Jawad (9/29/2014 10:25:00 PM)

    Deposit of dust goes on but time and hostilities of time turn these dusts into a colorful rock and ultimately these dust become a a piece of decoration and the drawing room of life becomes more beautiful. (Report) Reply

  • Ramesh Rai (9/21/2014 10:49:00 PM)

    Congratulations.
    Oh Lord! Lead us not into illusory
    charms
    Deliver us of our avarice to hoard
    For all that is born and made
    ‘Must consign to death and come to
    dust.' (Report) Reply

  • Walterrean Salley (9/19/2014 11:54:00 PM)

    Sincerely enjoyed this piece. Saturated with good advice in relation to life and death. So many good thoughts here. Thanks. And thanks for your kind welcome-back wishes; it's good to be back and enjoying your beautiful poetry. All best. (Report) Reply

  • Patricia Grantham (8/25/2014 9:41:00 AM)

    A magnificent poem Valsa in all its details and expressions.
    You so very well summed up the importance of enjoying life.
    It is not what you store up in the bank vaults or obtain through
    usury. It is what you do to better mankind and spread peace
    throughout the world. Ashes to ashes and dust to dust will
    be the final death knell to all humans.Wonderful write. (Report) Reply

  • Chris Zachariou (8/17/2014 5:17:00 AM)

    What a powerful statement on life and death. So skilfully expressed to remind us all of the transient nature of life. (Report) Reply

  • Piyush Dey (8/14/2014 12:23:00 AM)

    it was a very fine piece of art. a wonderful message.
    thanks for sharing this lovely piece, dear. (Report) Reply

  • A. Madhavan (8/3/2014 9:42:00 PM)

    Read your meditation in these four-line stanzas, reconciling the mind to
    mortality, in your own way, though Gray's Elegy and other poems in many
    languages have made us conscious of this very foundation of life. This awareness
    is itself a foundation to live well, within our given resources. Bless you.
    A friend. (Report) Reply

  • Savita Tyagi (8/3/2014 5:17:00 PM)

    Day in and day out we face this dilemma, of knowing the short lasting nature of things yet laboring and striving for the things that we desire. A Marvelous poem to remind us to not be greedy and stay away from avarice. Loved to read it again as member poem. Congratulations! (Report) Reply

  • Geetha Jayakumar (8/3/2014 9:10:00 AM)

    Congrats Valsa, for the wonderful masterpiece. No doubt this makes the poem of the day! !
    Very true said in each lines, described so well.
    We begin from dust and ends in dust.
    People love to live in illusionary world. As it gives them happiness, even though it is temporary... May be they are right too. They feel money, name and fame can buy them happiness. These all are temporary. One day everyone will lie in vault, with no pain and no gain. One day everyone has to discard everything and go. That is all about life.
    Beautiful poem. I just loved it reading twice. (Report) Reply

  • Daniel Brick (7/25/2014 6:33:00 AM)

    i believe the word TRENCHANT describes this poem, because the steady accumulation of images of mortality do not let us forget for a moment we are mortal and our lives transient. a poem like this summons us to prepare our selves for death, and i suppose one important reason for this is judgment and eternal life. Pagans who believe oblivion follows death have no such worry. for them there is every reason not think about death and not to feel they have to plan for it. that was how Keats, doomed to an early death he realized, lived and died. he is my hero! (Report) Reply

  • Deepak Kumar Pattanayak (7/19/2014 11:48:00 AM)

    Everything dissolves......nothing remains......dust unto dust.....what for this might to garner riches, fame, pride,
    vanity and............to end in dust my dear..........Valsa..........very powerful write.........you deserve 10 (Report) Reply

  • James George (6/30/2014 2:51:00 AM)

    My namesake writes well. It's a true poem in that the topic is poignant and the it's well executed. Beautiful (Report) Reply

  • Amitava Sur (6/25/2014 12:41:00 AM)

    What a lovely write Valsa! ! you have spoken my heart out.An excellent way of describing, I'm spell bound. It resonates my poem Nothing belongs to me . (Report) Reply

  • Patricia Grantham (6/20/2014 7:52:00 AM)

    This is a masterpiece on the subject of death. Most writers and poets alike
    sometimes fail to deliver a detailed description on this subject. Your imagery
    here leaves little to the imaginations. Thrilling! (Report) Reply

  • Yash Shinde (4/11/2014 11:51:00 PM)

    .....What shortens the length of my comment is the fact that it will take time for me to decipher this one.! ! ....... :)
    .......But I agree deeply with you Valsa, Life is too short to run after riches and to covet for wealth, ..............rich, poor are reduced to dust and consumed by maggots alike, ........the key to attain eternity is to leave after u your values and legacy......................
    ....................But surely a spray of HIT, may prevent the infestation of those creepy maggots! .......: -) (Report) Reply

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