To Console Poem by Mahesh Prasad Srivastava

KNOCK! KNOCK! ! KNOCK! ! !
Come in.
Who's there?
- - - - -
Me a missive, whistled willowy wind
(blown from the graveyard)

Entered my room,
whispered in sobbings......
'your beloved is no more'

WHAT? ? ?
YESssss

Oh No! Oh no! ! Oh no! ! !
Frozen frenzied fretted
soon I flew
with my dried tears
To the grave of my
so near & dear.

Alas! the mortal being was lost.
How I wept and cried in vain,
and I mourned & mourned and mourned.

'Do not weep,
Thou most loving mine
although no more
I breathe on earth
yet I've become immortal one
Being imprisoned in
your memory forever
through heart and lips
and eyes and ears.'

Uttered the shinning soul in the High
and smiling vanished away.
'But true to the kindred points of heaven & home'
.....I murmured....