Brood writ on heart, I set upon the route,
Browsing, in the morn, that I knew the stored rude,
Memories flipped fast, of the days to the root,
Unexpected that happend, nothing but brute.
Ceased he, to share the shine and the rain,
Ceased he, to share, gain and pain,
Ceased he, to share, memories of time,
Ceased he, to share, fragrances so fine.
Minimised himself to a bunch of bones,
Unreceptive to his siblings moans,
Funeral pyre all set to reduce him to ashes,
I stood crestfallen, recalling his sweet brashes.
Parting is always painful, but to express it in words is something else and you have done it so beautifully. I really like the second stanza with that every line beginning with 'Cease he...' Thanks for sharing this one.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Very sad indeed. You expressed the parting very effectively. Great imagery and style too. Great poem. Thanks for sharing.