An Epitaph Poem by Mamta Agarwal
An Epitaph
On a sultry day, walking on the roadside,
Someone gently tapped on my backside.
Turned, saw my best friend, with a broad smile.
Oh, where had you been all this while?
Well, honest, went on a self imposed exile.
She replied wide eyed, without guile.
Life was getting to me, so to save my identity
Took a short break, I not like whine and self pity.
For in city, only time hear a giggle or a tinkle,
Wrinkles soften and eyes light up and crinkle
Is when folks hold the stem of goblet to make a toast
Over sparkling champagne and chicken roast.
No children in the park sing or dance
Hop, skip, jump, roar, shriek and prance.
On my way here, saw some old and young
At dawn, laugh in the park, with arms flung.
There are laughter clubs, age old cure
For all the stress in morning air pure.
Well, well, well, I am so very glad to hear.
Guess, chose the right time to reappear.
She took a long breath and said, must admit
Was losing my sense of humour, bit by bit.
Would you believe, had written my own epitaph:
'Here lies one, who sought to make the world laugh.'
She took a long breath and said, must admit Was losing my sense of humour, bit by bit. Would you believe, had written my own epitaph: 'Here lies one, who sought to make the world laugh.' --------- Great beautiful composition dear.................rhymes and rhythm well placed....10/10
masterful.... mamta ji u pick up the mundane...views out a whizzing train....embelish with hina...gota kinaree(URDU) and make em special beyond recognotion very well written pleased and wiser... cheers and ten
the concluding lines says a lot mam...a lovely casual poem...10
R E F L E C T I V E! ! ! ---> ...............AMMMmmmmmazing rhyme and rhythm! ..........................beautiful signfiers catched the signifieds .....................................touched the reader the glowing wording! ..................................................ALLTOGETHERWOWWOWWOW! 10000000+
When we´ve forgotten how to laugh, it is time to retreat and reflect our situation. Very good!
dear mamtaji, we are all living tombs..... where to run away and lead a peaceful life?
A true story of one and all of us How many of us... How many times... Would have written our own... Epitaph 'Brief literary piece commemorating... A dead piece of life' But we are all like that of - Phoenix Lifes.. great gift.... To rise renewed from the ashes. NOW AND AGAIN.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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4/26/2024 3:23:08 PM # 1.0.0.1119
The concluding lines, mamta, give new dimensions to your poem and add an unmeasurable value to it.....thanks for sharing.....