Not The End… Poem by Bharat Trivedi

Seldom,
when spring of hope bids goodbye
and autumn of agony arrives -
life appears to be an empty dream
midst the monsoon of mourning tears,
and this worldly voyage just a weird nightmare,
then death seems to be the only
ultimate destination!

But
Life does not just end with bunch of black orchids
and autumn leaves scaterred on epitaphed graves,
for death is neither tears and prayers,
nor just ashes to ashes and dust to dust
but a whiff of incense that lingers for long.

Death
is not just a forgotten face in a dusty photo-framed
adorned with sandal-wood garland,
but it’s a fragrant festoon of fond memories and
a voice that will echo throught out the life.

Life
is not just a painless scar
healed with the balm of time
but also a memorable link between
gone yesterdays and tomorrows to come.

Death
is a black artist who paints the past beautiful
and times spent together hang
like a lovely rainbow in the misty skies,
while heavens shower the pure elixir of life.

Life
is a pendulum
swaying between a shining saline tear
and a necklace of pearly smiles.
Remember that
Death may just be an ‘intermission’,
but certainly not ‘The End’…

Copyright ©2008 ~ Bharat B. Trivedi