Dr Hitesh Sheth

Rookie - 3 Points (Birth Place: Earth)

A Faithful Lover

He alone struts with swagger fine,
To tame alike, humans and kine.

He breathes with us, with us he dines,
The cupbearer of life’s wine.

He feeds us all - the beings of clay,
As people raise chickens for prey.

We play in his gape, love in his lap,
Unaware of his bewitching trap.

He relishes our cries and sighs
While lurking in passionless skies.

He is the solid truth here
His shadows are kin and peers.

He is death, our faithful lover
Who leads us to peace bricked bower.

Dr Hitesh C Sheth

Submitted: Tuesday, April 21, 2009
Edited: Sunday, September 12, 2010


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  • Rookie - 71 Points Nivedita Bagchi SPC UK (4/6/2010 11:56:00 AM)

    Life is just ‘stop-over’ in journey …of what I don’t know…

    But Death is not a ‘stop-over’ but ‘Ever’ …as some sects in India worships Death…

    Great poet R.N.Tagore wrote O’ Death you’re like Shyam [Lord Krishna]

    To be more straight Life is accident …but Death is incident…

    Excellent poem Sir

    Ms. Nivedita
    UK (Report) Reply

  • Rookie - 803 Points Marieta Maglas (6/19/2009 8:57:00 AM)

    a wonderful cognitive extended metaphor:
    ''He is the solid truth here
    His shadows are kin and peers.''
    in an excellent cognitive portrait of a poem....10+++ (Report) Reply

  • Rookie - 3 Points Barry A. Lanier (5/1/2009 7:05:00 PM)

    And He shall be the last to lay us down......and a certain amount of joy imagining a friend who does not deceive (Report) Reply

  • Rookie Cindy Kreiner Sera (5/1/2009 12:53:00 PM)

    Faithful lover at the end of life when he claims us? - there is no escaping death. He really is with us until then and we just never know when he will pounce. Well done as it set us thinking - Cindy (Report) Reply

  • Rookie - 85 Points Mark R Slaughter (4/30/2009 2:36:00 AM)

    Ah - good old Death. Why is it that many shy away when others confront by writing poems about Him? This is an excellent example Dr Hitesh and is typical of your supreme poetic standard. I admit to being fascinated by Him as in my poems Death, Inevitable Death, Death my Friend, It's Death Again, and Death in Reflection. Not that I am obsessed you understand! ! Occasionally I think about life too...
    Mark (Report) Reply

  • Rookie Alison Cassidy (4/30/2009 12:36:00 AM)

    Irony leaves a strong stamp on this fascinating poem about life's sly companion. The rhyming couplet form too (almost like the tramping of feet) reinforces the death march rhythm of the piece. Your faithful lover is certainly a fascinating metaphor for death as one who is always there, watching. A bold and brazen poem. Love, Allie ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ (Report) Reply

  • Rookie Maria Barbara Korynt (4/29/2009 4:13:00 PM)

    Very much interesting you are presenting your idea. Unusually vividly. If a death of the masculine gender is a lover, for me he is a surprise. More I became accustomed that it was woman. Your poem took me on still other path and I am thinking, whether it is the other path, or only my vivid imagination, is suggesting me additional solutions for this topic. Your poem interested me and what's more he puzzled. You are writing nice and and very good, and it is hard to resist the impression, that writing such a poem as this, you have interesting field for observation, in what way words are bringing up other. Everyone has this possibility but... your profession is your additional asset :) and poem - wonderful. I am greeting and I thank. :) (10v.) Maria Barbara Korynt (Report) Reply

  • Rookie - 72 Points Akram Saqib (4/27/2009 5:49:00 AM)

    'He relishes our cries and sighs
    While lurking in passionless skies'is the gist of your great poem Dr.Really death cherishes and takes pleasure because death do its own work with sincerity. ' (Report) Reply

  • Rookie - 59 Points Shweta Advani (4/26/2009 3:02:00 AM)

    This is very nicely done....if u get time...do read my poem 'wanna go back home'which is on the similar lines... (Report) Reply

  • Rookie Honest Heart (4/26/2009 1:32:00 AM)


  • Rookie Duh Huh (4/25/2009 10:07:00 PM)

    Its interesting how so many view Death so differently :) Very thought provoking write. Thank you for sharing. (Report) Reply

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