Dirge Poems Poem by ashok jadhav

1. Death of a Loved One
The chair you left still knows your form,
The air still holds your name;
Each hour walks past your silent door
And nothing feels the same.
Your breath was woven into mine,
Your smile my daily bread;
Now love must learn to speak in tears
To hear the words you said.
2. Mourning a Young Life
Too soon the bud was forced to fall
Before it learned to bloom;
The dawn arrived but found no voice
To chase away the gloom.
The earth now guards what heaven lent—
A light too pure to stay;
The stars weep softly for the child
Who taught the dark to pray.
3. Loss of a Hero or Leader
The banner droops, the drums are still,
No call to lead the way;
The voice that turned our fears to fire
Has faded into clay.
Yet in the path your footsteps made,
We walk with borrowed flame;
A leader dies, but leaves behind
A nation in their name.
4. Funeral Lament
Lower the body, hush the ground,
Let every heartbeat slow;
The earth must learn to hold a soul
It loved but let not go.
Sing not of joy, but gentle rest,
Of journeys now complete;
For death has closed the weary eyes
That life had forced to weep.
5. Grief of Parents
We named the dawn with your small cry,
We taught your hands to dream;
Now silence rocks the empty crib
Where laughter used to gleam.
A child should close a parent's eyes—
Not leave them staring blind;
We buried not just flesh and bone,
But futures undefined.
6. Widow's Sorrow
The bed is wide, the nights are long,
Your side forever cold;
The vows we spoke still circle me,
Unbroken, growing old.
I wear your absence like a veil
No daylight lifts away;
A wife still living with a ghost
Who sleeps in yesterday.
7. Collective Mourning of a Community
The streets have learned a softer step,
The bells a slower tone;
A thousand hearts now beat as one
In grief they've never known.
We lost more than a single life—
We lost a shared refrain;
Yet from these tears, a deeper bond
Is born from common pain.