Dust Unto Dust Poem by Valsa George
Dust Unto Dust
The briny tears have dried
The sounding knells are stilled
The grieving crowd, dispersed
The parting pain, allayed
Benumbed lie the dead
Beneath the marble vaults
Bereft of power and prowess
Benighted and beaten.
The sun shall never cast its glorious rays
The stars shall never their brilliance shed
The breeze never shall bring tidings new
The showers shall no more drench them through
A thoughtful friend sometimes seen around
A fervent prayer at times chanted aloud
A plaited wreath, rarely laid over
A trite rite, randomly carried out
There's none left to mourn or weep
Nor anyone to sing, sigh or sob
Leaving the dead to rot in the closure of graves
To life's alluring charms, the dear depart.
Cold as clay the dead lie so still
To be feasted on by maggots and the worms
Life with all its glory - defunct
Its fever and fret too - extinct.
How in vain we run after wealth
The power and position we deem so great
Shall come to naught within Time's gloomy vault
Yet we run and yet we straggle behind.
In vain ends our travail for might
Inglorious is our quest after fame
Transient turn the riches, we garner
Short lived is their gleam and glitter.
Oh Lord! Lead us not into illusory charms
Deliver us of our avarice to hoard
For all that is born and made
‘Must consign to death and come to dust.'
A great poem indeed on harsh reality that we overlook in our daily rampage. Well rhymed and metered, even death has adorned a rare beauty in your words. (10)
Well written... Great organization... True talk, God bless you.
Mighty construction of carefully selected words to convey the true emotions of life and death. I am inspiring and amazed. You become my fav poet. Thanks for sharing the wisdom in a beautiful poetry.
This poem poignantly reflects on life's fleeting pursuits and the inevitability of mortality, urging contemplation on the transience of wealth and fame. The somber tone emphasizes the timeless truth that all must eventually return to dust.
Beautifully penned the harsh reality of this illusory yet painful life.
How in vain we run after wealth The power and position we deem so great Shall come to naught within Time's gloomy vault Yet we run and yet we straggle behind.
An excellent poem, Valsa! I have given it five stars!
The people who developed the new format apparently are not familiar enough with the English language, NOR the previous format, to make the new format friendly.a,
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A creative piece with unsparing truths about the inevitable but all in all... 'Oh Lord! Lead us not into illusory charms Deliver us of our avarice to hoard For all that is born and made ‘Must consign to death and come to dust.' Masterful. Thanks