Why You Grief With Us Poem by Rites Ghosh

Hold your grief:

this pull of sorrow must be reined -

if this winnowing wind not meaningless

we should fly our mourning bird free...

down the lane,

he who stands with sad feet, his brain

roofed with brown shades of dolour-

one solitary grief,

like a rife corn it smells,

a fine meal for thousands pests of vindiction...


you bereft, may grow an assassin-

hide your dagger safe:


let's talk each other and all-

this rod, my emblem rod is

vested with necessary loads of life-

share your shoulder to place a little of it-

let the cumbrous weight of your labour

spreads full over red soil of my blood-

let's our sweat drip down under a true sun,

busy hands cannot grip mournful flowers...


in true deep toil let's earn true ennui

and sleep truly ever

and wake up

in fresh dew belief-

sunrises are always within

suns are ardently happy...