Amar Agarwala

My hollowed casket is empty
Awaiting a withered shell,
My wooden lid is askance
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I
No song I have my blessed child
No thoughts which could bid adieu,
As you travel to yonder world
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As I passed my wicket fence
The ageing walnut tree,
Showered me with withered leaves
And said something to me;
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No one yet knows my new calling
Now that my profile has changed,
I reside in a cemetery
A settlement prearranged.
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I remember those summer days
When I passed by your winding lane,
Gay blossomed cottage where you lived
Vines adorning your window pane.
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A brook marries the river
And river the ocean blue;
The sky & winds are witnesses
Waiting by the aisle in a queue.
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Because I could not pause for life
She kindly paused for me,
Her carriage held but just ourselves
And hospitality.
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He owned no fabled treasures
Nor the kingdom of a king,
No horses or elephants
Nor a catapult or a sling.
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Like a crow scavenges garbage
And sometimes a prey,
I too scavenge for morsels dry
That I may live a day;
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Flames of my yesters
Call out to me,
From memories old
With their lovelorn plea.
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He went to join the cedar trees
And lie under their shade,
In an old anonymous grave
That did seem somewhat staid.
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Have been sentenced by the heavens
To keep vigil upon the dead,
Who deserted by their loved ones
Need me to care for them instead;
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THE FOG

When the night meanders down
Lonely winding pathways,
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Wish I was an island
Snuggling an ocean blue,
In a world far away
Lost without a clue.
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His verses are like footsteps
Of divinity upon a page,
A melody from the heavens
That only deserving souls can gauge.
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Those fiery skies hued red and grey
And birds in silence say,
Do hark to that stillness cool
A thunder-squall's on way.
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I veil my pains in poetry
Cover them with verses sublime,
Bury my thoughts in sweet rhythm
Urging them to waltz with their rhyme.
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A sepal, petal and a thorn
Upon a sprightly summer morn,
Dew lacing blooms, and honey bees
Soft lilting breeze rustling the trees,
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A summer day warms up
To a Cenotaph old,
The greens waltzing in joy
For the birds to behold;
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When I pass away, my sweetheart
Do sing no dirges for me,
I seek of you no eulogy
Nor shade of a leafy tree.
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