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

  • Veteran Poet - 1,577 Points 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

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  • Rookie - 314 Points 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

  • Gold Star - 5,577 Points Allotey Abossey (5/23/2015 2:37:00 AM)

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

  • Gold Star - 20,091 Points Kelly Kurt (5/3/2015 2:03:00 PM)

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

  • Gold Star - 8,258 Points 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

  • Veteran Poet - 1,381 Points L. E. O. Gibraltar (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

  • Bronze Star - 2,124 Points Khalid Saifullah (12/26/2014 8:46:00 PM)

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

  • Gold Star - 10,063 Points Heather Wilkins (12/2/2014 6:21:00 AM)

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

  • Gold Star - 10,939 Points 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

  • Gold Star - 30,130 Points 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

  • Gold Star - 15,771 Points 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

  • Silver Star - 4,242 Points 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

  • Gold Star - 4,663 Points 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

  • Rookie - 427 Points 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

  • Veteran Poet - 1,251 Points 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

  • Veteran Poet - 1,398 Points 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

  • Gold Star - 6,980 Points 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

  • Gold Star - 12,389 Points Lyn Paul (8/3/2014 5:15:00 PM)

    A very powerful write. So well done. Thank You Valsa (Report) Reply

  • Gold Star - 9,023 Points 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

  • Silver Star - 4,107 Points Diane Hine (8/3/2014 4:50:00 AM)

    Work, but not too hard
    Save, but not too much
    And play nicely. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Sunday, July 22, 2012

Poem Edited: Sunday, July 22, 2012


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