[On reading Mamta Agarwal’s ‘Homage to Common Man’]
The pains of a bereaved one
Over loss of sibling, child or spouse
To unnatural, untimely death
Can never assuaged be
With pass of time or
Forming new relations!
The person lost is lost for ever
And never replaceable
Memories kindled
By each familiar sight
Rakes up the pain
Tears unbeckoned they brim
Afresh anew ever ready
To fall at dropp of name!
Tears and Pain
Always remain
Soul maimed
The zombie
Drags it’s feet
To the end of life!
Our sympathy,
Pity or prayers
None will help
Fill the emptiness inside!
Life is cruel....yes
And there is no remedy
To dull the pain
Or stop the tears!
very very true...death is indeed cruel to the live...excellently expressed and written
My cheeks are like hot frying pans......... tears reduce to salt in no time....... whether tears of joy or of pain, both taste salty......... the true content of all emotions........... i am that.... salt...mere salt...................
it is true what your verses are as grief is as if so sour in our life and with the loss of someone is sometimes so devastating.....nice write and a great provoking poem....10
'Life is cruel....yes And there is no remedy To dull the pain Or stop the tears! ' Beautiful poem... we can never fill the emptiness. Love it.
Fill the emptiness inside! Life is cruel....yes....................... .time still reasons to reason unrequited by cruelty life seems to trudge through joy and sorrow by inevitability............wonderful piece ingenious,10+++, thanks for sharing
plundered to read, emptiness and vacuum occupies the space....... bereaved the pain are to be suffered follow the steps of great saints...... joy or sorrow all are euqal....... but we are human being to live on the earth........ well written.....
Nice poem, you write so clearly and it is so readable. It flows along nicely, a very accessable poem.10/10
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
grief and loss they say is taken care of by time. true to some extent, but i feel it just lies in our subconscious, and surfaces without notice.10 i am so glad I have discovered your poetry. Mamta