Dirge Poems - 3 Poem by ashok jadhav

1. Withering Flowers as Symbols of Life
The flower bowed its painted head
Before the day was done;
Petals fell like whispered prayers
Too fragile for the sun.
So too we fade from bloom to dust,
Our colors briefly shown;
The garden keeps our memory
When flesh and breath are gone.
2. Setting Sun and Fading Light
The sun slipped low behind the hill,
Its fire reduced to gold;
The sky grew quiet as the light
Released the day it held.
Thus did you leave—no violent end,
No cry to mark the fall;
Just fading warmth and lengthened shade
That touched and changed us all.
3. Autumn and Decay
Leaves surrender to the ground
In rusted shades of brown;
The trees stand bare, their stories told,
Their crowns no longer crowned.
Autumn teaches how to grieve
Without a spoken plea—
To let go slowly, gracefully,
As all things meant to be.
4. Silent Rivers and Still Winds
The river holds its breath tonight,
The wind forgets its song;
As if the world itself has paused
To ask where you have gone.
No ripple moves, no branch complains—
Even nature knows
That silence is the only voice
A broken moment shows.
5. Nightfall as Death
Night closes in with careful hands,
Not cruel, but firm and kind;
It dims the sharpness of the day
And soothes the weary mind.
Death comes this way—not as a thief,
But dusk upon the land;
A final dark that asks the soul
To rest, not understand.
6. Storms of Grief
The sky breaks open without shame,
Its tears too long confined;
Thunder speaks what hearts cannot,
Lightning splits the mind.
Grief storms through the living world,
Untamed and deeply true;
It leaves the ground forever changed—
As love once passing through.