I Don'T Want.....! Poem by Valsa George
I Don'T Want.....!
The thoughts of death stubbornly cling to me
As icicles hanging from the trees
Sending chills up through every neuron
I hear their empty rattle in my head
As rabid dogs barking at nothing
Though Shelley was full of praise
And hailed Death and Sleep as brothers
To me it is not so and will never be
Not that I am afraid to die
Nor think my absence will shake the Earth out of its orbit
But it makes my thoughts break into fragments
And I find it hard to piece them together
Even if I die, my children will live as before
My husband might seek another partner
Or might pass to a new celibate state
They will never be benighted or tempest tossed
And eventually my memory shall fade
Fade away without a trace from all hearts
As I walk through the winding road
And the closer I come to the terminal
From where there is no more treading
And as time pulls the blind on my life
When the curtain falls finally and my play ends
Alas! I don't want to leave this stage
Nor want to lose my hold,
Of those hands I love and care.
There are gifts still to be opened
And newer avenues to be explored
Oh, I am in love with this world
To be more true, with narcissistic ardor
I am in love with myself,
Though dangerous it is to be addicted to love
So Death, carry me in my sleep, if you must
Or sweep me away by an inundating tide
Unawares into the ocean of Eternity
Like a feather blown away by the winds!
Death is a dark reality that hangs in our every day atmosphere. I call it 'dark' since we do not know what happen once we die. There are various philosophies that attempt to unravel this deep mystery though we cannot subscribe to any one of them with any degree of certainty. A profound poem that incorporates a rich kaleidoscope of thoughts and that is what makes this poem a fantastic read.10/10 from me.
Fantastic lines Valsa.... Oh, I am in love with this world To be more true, with narcissistic ardor I am in love with myself, ............................So much love......Loved it reading. Your words are so positive... Very true said, we often feel the death should come in our sleep and carry away like feather. Beautiful flow of words..Loved it...+++10
There are gifts still to be opened........Such an incredible line of being so not ready to depart. Attractive title too. Loved these words. Thank you Valsa
ultimate Mam.......loved the concludig paragraph...........superb! ! ! such thoughts i feel would cross everybodys mind at least once..........and it does break the thoughts into fragments making it more restless and jittery. A wonderful poem Mam
Oh, I am in love with this world To be more true, with narcissistic ardor I am in love with myself, Though dangerous it is to be addicted to love......death is true but love is eternal, one won't fear death if he is addicted to love. A beautiful poem with lofty theme.10
A very fascinating poem indeed. Yes. We don't want death's icy hands on us as we love life to the hilt. But it is inevitable for any living being and the last para' is the one we all aspire for.Kudos Valsa!
A very fascinating poem indeed. Yes. We don't want death's icy hands on us as we love life to the hilt. But it is inevitable for any living being and the last para' is the one we all aspire for.Kudos Valsa!
A very good one. But if death can be eternity into which one can be blown in like a petal, then there is nothing to be afraid of it. It is a fact that death can't be our experience like a disease or eating of a ripe mango. Yet, alas, we all worry about a virtual non-experience!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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That's what everyone wishes for, to be carried away unawares by Death like a feather in sleep...but this unfortunately happens to only a very few...