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Valsa George
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Dust unto Dust
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.'
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As a brief meditation on death this poem can stand beside any in the language. it's as simple as that.
life is to short to always be chasing after fame and riches..
at some point we should chase after understanding..
a most fabulous write!
Dust unto dust. 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.'
In life, we're charmed by many things. And there is much for which we strive. But the cruel irony is that we ourselves shall be reduced to dust. And whose then shall those things be? Powerful imagery. Strong, practical message. Great job.
Though we know the reality of death, we tend to forget about it, knowingly or unknowingly.
A very thought provoking and well written poem.
Elizabeth K Mona
Beautifully said. No other word can describe your work
Marvelous poerty. Just too good, too good.
That is a nice one. Very powerful. The message is straight and clear.
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.! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! !
'tis an heartfelt prayer! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! well-written
Brilliant a most powerful write. Your words and message are divine.
message felt. and i feel the essence of yourself in you writings. good poem. if you have the time, check my poems also.