For You Are Dead Now... Poem by Saheb Mohapatra
For You Are Dead Now...
For you are dead now,
Seems my life a barren, old field,
With no joy and none to shield,
There's no reason I live; I show.
Each word of her, freighted with love,
Bringing smiles to sad lips,
In you when sweet spring shall dip,
From your voice, meager shall be great proverbs.
Oh no! God says you are ever lost,
I do believe, yet, I hope he maligns,
To me never with death shall you sign,
If the winter even woos not the frost.
When the hours do cold become and I lose you,
Shall soothe I myself before my left weeks be so few.
Nice sonnet on the loss of a friend scripted beautifully with touching words and rhyme.......indeed well expressed with a touch of divinity.........full marks
Great work! Thanks for sharing this poem with us. E.K.L.
Excellent description about seasons and human life. I do believe yet I hope he maligns. Beautifully presented. Nice job on sharing.
A poem a tribute to the departed friend may his soul rest in peace
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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5/5/2024 9:42:43 AM # 1.0.0.1119
A fabulous poem of loss and separation.Each and every word expressed here the grief of a true friend.