Valsa George


Dust Unto Dust - Poem by Valsa George

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.'


Comments about Dust Unto Dust by Valsa George

  • Tribhawan Kaul Tribhawan Kaul (7/10/2016 3:35:00 AM)

    Death is a great leveller. These lines speak the truth...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.......beautiful poem. (Report) Reply

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  • Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar (6/25/2016 11:09:00 PM)

    A great poem i read. It's translation in tamil by fellow poet Dr Kanniappan is equally good (Report) Reply

  • Dr.subhendu Kar Dr.subhendu Kar (1/7/2016 1:57:00 PM)

    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.

    straggling bubbles babbles to blur
    green still swaddles to disown afar
    falling leaves clinches into dust waning glory
    yet matrix of mortality befuddles to attire............wonderful write by imagery and metaphors of life and living trudging through tide an ebb of mortality, as we come from dust and get back to dust yet encompassing various facets of organic layers in a cycle to disappear like a mute silhouette into oblivion, yet brilliantly wrought with deep thought of philosophy to express transient curve of life yet within the vale of void. (Report) Reply

  • Shahin Latif Shahin Latif (10/15/2015 6:29:00 PM)

    Lovely poem. well narrated. So, take my regard. (Report) Reply

  • Sranisha Francis Sranisha Francis (9/25/2015 4:11:00 PM)

    Very nice Poem. I liked it very much........

    Oh Lord! Lead us not into illusory charms
    Deliver us of our avarice to hoard (Report) Reply

  • Loke Kok Yee (9/20/2015 12:31:00 PM)

    Man will never learn for greed is part of our nature,
    once in awhile comes timely words to remind us of the danger.
    written in beautiful lines from the heart, this is a poem to be treasured.
    a10 (Report) Reply

  • Sofia Kioroglou Sofia Kioroglou (9/19/2015 2:48:00 PM)

    I gave you a ten! Exquisite! (Report) Reply

  • Melvina Germain Melvina Germain (7/21/2015 4:34:00 AM)

    I love the vocabulary usage, dates way back and I like it there. You paint quite a picture of the reality of the inevitable..... (Report) Reply

  • Roop Rekha Bhaskar Roop Rekha Bhaskar (6/23/2015 5:36:00 AM)

    Yes this is exactly what happens when death takes over life. Most people forgot in time, at times some people remember the departed soul and pray or visit their graves, and in time this is forgotten too except probably in the hearts of a few.
    How in vain we run after wealth
    The power and position we deem so great
    This is so true. people amass billions and still live for money. not knowing if they are going to live another day.
    Nicely written (Report) Reply

  • Purnima Manhas Purnima Manhas (5/25/2015 12:10:00 AM)

    Mighty construction of carefully selected words to convey the true emotions of life and death.
    I am inspiring and amazed. You become my fav poet.
    Thanks for sharing the wisdom in a beautiful poetry. (Report) Reply

  • Allotey Abossey (5/23/2015 2:37:00 AM)

    Well written... Great organization... True talk, God bless you. (Report) Reply

  • Kelly Kurt Kelly Kurt (5/3/2015 2:03:00 PM)

    Such true words. Will humans ever learn? (Report) Reply

  • Madathil Rajendran Nair Madathil Rajendran Nair (3/28/2015 11:03:00 PM)

    A great poem indeed on harsh reality that we overlook in our daily rampage. Well rhymed and metered, even death has adorned a rare beauty in your words. (10) (Report) Reply

  • Elisha Wall Elisha Wall (1/14/2015 7:09:00 AM)

    A creative piece with unsparing truths about the inevitable but all in all...

    '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.'

    Masterful. Thanks (Report) Reply

  • Khalid Saifullah (12/26/2014 8:46:00 PM)

    A real thoughtful poem...............10 (Report) Reply

  • Heather Wilkins Heather Wilkins (12/2/2014 6:21:00 AM)

    an excellent write on life and death enjoyed the read (Report) Reply

  • Soulful Heart 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 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 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

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Poem Submitted: Sunday, July 22, 2012

Poem Edited: Sunday, July 22, 2012


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