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The Inevitable End

Ignorant of the birth of a promising morn,
Deaf to the serenade of mating birds,
Unable to hearken to the murmurs of joy,
Failing to coherently express basic needs,

Locked within the dungeon of a room,
In a corner near a dying hearth,
The brain sizzling like a hot furnace,
He lay half dead with stifling breath.

Though solitary he was all his life
Ever braved the challenges with youthful zest
Never bowed before insolent might
But alas! It is history of the long time past

His body oozed of its life sustaining sap
Now left empty with nothing but aching joints
His head, where once lofty schemes were brewed
Now harbours memories disjointed, tinkling like coins

In the faint pulse of his feeble heart
Waits a welcome guest, though uninvited
To blow out the final flicker of light
And put an end to a life, no more coveted

Know, our life like the sun is sure to set
And fail to shed any more illumining light
But as the sun rises again with effulgent gleam
Our souls from their hide will emerge evermore bright

Submitted: Sunday, September 01, 2013
Edited: Monday, September 02, 2013


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  • Hazel Durham (9/15/2013 11:20:00 AM)

    The sad decline of this lonely man in his final hours so beautifully written with compassion and understanding!
    The end has a lovely uplifting feeling with our souls emerging into the light!

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  • Danny Draper (9/11/2013 8:31:00 AM)

    A very gentle and loving narrative for a dying man, told with compassion and as a celebration of this life and an as an analogy for the passing of all life. A fine write indeed.

  • Savita Tyagi (9/5/2013 7:08:00 PM)

    So beautiful and serene even though dealing with the inevitable sadness of life's end. When body goes frail keeping the imagination alive is what opens the door for soul's pleasant journey. Loved it Valsa. Thank you so much for sharing.

  • Chandra Thiagarajan (9/5/2013 9:48:00 AM)

    This poem is first-rate, splendid and incomparable! I loved the entire poem and particularly the concluding stanza which speaks great philosophy! ADMIRABLE, VALSA!

  • Patricia Grantham (9/5/2013 7:37:00 AM)

    Yes death may have its short grip just for a little while.
    It plunges the soul into utter darkness but the soul will
    emerge again in the brightness and glory of life never to
    die again. A very inspiring write that really touched my
    heart and (soul) . Thank you dear Valsa for this one.
    Sorrow lasts for just a while but joy comes in the morning.

  • Geetha Jayakumar (9/4/2013 7:48:00 AM)

    Unwelcome guest to blow out the final flicker of light..
    Sun sure to set, when it rises
    But Sun rises again.............
    Our Souls emerges out once again..
    Wow wonderful write..Valsa....Loved it....
    Beautiful expression..

  • Dinesh Nair (9/3/2013 9:48:00 AM)

    Five stanzas of pessimistic splendour have been elevated in charm further by the succeeding stanza of the mandatory optimistic conclusion! The poem frowns at the folly of man and at the same time promises him a relief of 'some sort'.The souls emerging from the hide amuse me beyond what I can afford to understand.
    Kudos to you Madam Valsa for your diction and flow of lines captivating the tale told.

  • Om Chawla (9/3/2013 6:58:00 AM)

    Very very well written, Valsa. Enjoyed reading it. Last stanza is indeed reminiscent of my poem Beyond the Horizon. That apart your poem is indeed excellent.
    Ever versatile Thomas Robinson has added to its impact.
    Thanks for sharing.

  • David Wood (9/3/2013 5:03:00 AM)

    One life journey about to end and eternity awaits.

  • Pradip Chattopadhyay (9/3/2013 3:04:00 AM)

    But as the sun rises again with effulgent gleam
    Our souls from their hide will emerge evermore bright

    there's no death, only renewal.
    A great poem, Valsa.

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