Death’s Gateway… Poem by kunjubi varghese

With the blooms of tears spurting in her eyes,

In the soft sunlight of her remembrances,

Who is she bowing in reverence, with

Downcast eyes like a psalm before

Your final resting place, like a

Heart rendering aria, all alone?


You have measured the invaluable love

In terms of immense wealth and money;

And bartered it, at the cost of your tears.

Why did such a rich maiden

Await even today straining to hear a din?

Is there a heart, throbbing in the depth of

This sepulcher, calling out your name from there?

Is it possible to hear the resonance of voices,

Which has been swallowed by some mysterious silence?

Could a heart stricken by the death blow

And cut off into a hundred pieces

Resurrect from the dead and beckon a beloved?

Except that a hundred blossoms will bloom

In the earth, from the blood spilled there by the assailant!