The Fragrance Blest. Poem by Tajudeen Shah
The Fragrance Blest.
Lotus, whose sapless roots
Deep in stream’s muddy soul,
When lost the mossy bond below
Is turned gray in deeper gloom.
Her mate the light of all that live,
In pain he sinks in golden waves,
And the verge of seas are found
Billowing clouds that wailing loud.
Life is but a sweet and snappy scent
That keeps the pulpy mass in place
On frames of bones big and small,
Veins, sinews, marrows in tones.
When is lost that fragrance blest
We are, but a fetid maggots’ feast.
Symbolists and transcendentalists have been teaching human beings in terms of such deep expressions...regarding the ultimate future of man...no arrogance will help in the end...only those will have a smooth ride who keep an eye on the last journey by treading on the paths of life carefully! ! !
A poem that gives a sketch of things trShahztly traversing our minds often. The touch of a Victorian soul searching is felt here, a fine poem Shaji. Thanks a lot for your analytical comments on my poems.You are someone very deep within sir.
When is lost that fragrance blest We are, but a fetid maggots’ feast. Great lines that make us sit and ponder.... After all life is fleeting like a lotus that withers once it is severed from the water base... Man's body once separated from the soul is just a heap of rancid mass of flesh... food for maggots and worms! Powerful write!
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I agree with fellow poets. Thanks for share.