Valsa George

As The Curtain Falls - Poem by Valsa George


When Death comes knocking at the door
And as the curtain finally falls
My voice will be stilled
My heart, now ticking off like a clock
Will ever be silent
My foot falls shall no more be heard
All my songs will be stifled in the throat
All my crazy thoughts will be frozen
And I shall take leave of all
And the whole lot of petty things I hold dear

But what difference does it make?
The earth will continue to spin as before
The stars will illumine the night sky
Days will follow days in endless succession
Time, chanting the refrains of joy and sorrow,
On wings, shall fly to destinations unknown.

Will there be anyone to grieve my absence?
Will my sons ever miss their Mama?
Will my loved one still hold me close to his heart?

May be for a while
A short little while

But as years glide,
And my tomb lies over grown with weeds
And the engraving on my head stone,
Fade out in morbid grime and moss,
When I merge with the dust as dust,
When I lie inert, a rattling heap of bones under the sod
When my spirit still hovers around in vain
With insatiable longing for all your love,

Then give me, my Lord! A ride in your chariot!
Remove from my spirit the languor of endless waiting!
Carry me to Thy bosom!
Embalm me with Thy love,
That I shall no more crave for earthly love
And with you in bliss, ever united
Look down evermore content
As the wheels roll down to Eternity!

Comments about As The Curtain Falls by Valsa George

  • Akhtar Jawad (9/24/2015 4:12:00 AM)

    When the curtain falls, it rises once again and starts the second act. (Report) Reply

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  • (9/7/2014 12:56:00 PM)

    Very touching and ingenuous the final curtain falls and the wheels roll down to eternity,
    who will be there to remember............Great piece with great composition
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  • (4/22/2013 1:42:00 AM)

    A very candid poem, full of truth. It presents a lot for consideration. Thanks Valsa. (Report) Reply

  • Kavya . (4/12/2013 6:03:00 AM)

    a very excellent write times we sit back n think that reality of life is wat it is...people will mourn for days, months, years, then goes has to....nobody can stop dat......but one thing is sure that our absence does matter the loved one, it creates a vacuum in his / her life, his / her heart, more so deeply missed during times of loneliness! as for sure, u must be missing ur mom when u think about her when ur mind is free from the daily hassles n routine chores! (Report) Reply

  • Hezekiah Toheeb Tiamiyu (4/12/2013 3:02:00 AM)

    Hmmm... Cant wait to return to for me, I aint ready to die yet...lolx... Even though dis poem sounds heavenly appeasing... I jst aint ready... But ur ability to bring out dat feeling of Heaven Ma Valsa is splendid... (Report) Reply

  • Hazel Durham (4/9/2013 10:07:00 AM)

    So honest about what is in store for us all as the curtain falls, our lives will be forgotten eventually, as our spirit will soar to God's holy kingdom, we will want no more as his love will be our fulfillment!
    Very inspired write!
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  • (4/5/2013 1:41:00 AM)

    When Death comes knocking at the door
    And as the curtain finally falls
    My voice will be stilled
    the poetess impel us to think our return to Him...
    ''my tomb lies over grown with weeds
    And the engraving on my head stone, ''

    and He may support us to live with a Joy
    Then give me, my Lord! A ride in your chariot!
    Remove from my spirit the languor of endless waiting! .....................

    But we may vanish with....
    When I merge with the dust as dust, ....................

    I love the Philosophy of this poetess

    But love to read not like this.......
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  • (4/4/2013 12:44:00 PM)

    A stupendous write, Valsa, and it is so for one and all -of course the time may vary! On reading your great write my eyes are moist as I write this! I bring to mind the following lines Death was never born, / and life never died from Dwaraknath Reddy's book.! Again he had written Don't stand at my Grave and cry.I am not there.I did not die. This is the undeniable truth of my - -and your- -identity in the temporal-spatial frame of relativity.
    I endorse what Thomas, Dinesh nair, Aswath Rman and Unwritten Soul have all commented!
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  • Unwritten Soul (4/2/2013 11:31:00 AM)

    A great write no doubt...Well nothing will remain forever in life, the loved ones left us and then come our time we left our loved layered time...but the love, the lesson we left will flow and pass from now and then...
    Till death is died the life will alive, return in other side....and of course we know no one but Loved Ones and stayed there forever_SOul
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  • (4/2/2013 1:48:00 AM)

    A million or more curtains fall a day and they all leave memories dear and great in the depths of hearts closer to them once.

    But the chariot as ever before has to run in no direction
    With the eternity marked for a bliss unknown
    And the charioteer missing from the seat under dereliction
    Of duties assigned to Him by none ever.
    The love of the fellow mortals down on the smaller earth
    Will then too chase the fragments of the souls fleeing
    Unto the dark of ignoble designs drawn across the milky way.

    A million babies more learn to cry to smile yet again
    Even as the cycle of fancies turns for a great spell of no notion new!

    Bone voyage still...
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  • Robinson (4/1/2013 11:23:00 PM)

    Who knows Valsa? Your poem, By the side of a Brook inspired me to write my poem, Waters of life.
    What ripple effect that might have neither one of us knows. But I think you will be fondly remembered as a poet
    of many endearing poems. And your influence often unseen and empty of gratitude will be an immeasurable
    loss to us all. But that will be far in the unseeable future of our lives. But while I have this chance thank you
    for all your efforts, I for one will ever be greatful.
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Poem Submitted: Monday, April 1, 2013

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