Valsa George

Dust Unto Dust - Poem by Valsa George

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.'

Comments about Dust Unto Dust by Valsa George

  • Dr Dillip K Swain (1/7/2018 12:10:00 AM)

    The poem brings an extended message attesting what Hippocrates propounded, “the art is long, life is short” as an established truth. Many poets are remembered for their brilliance after their death only because of their master pieces and your poem chimes this noble philosophy in its undertone! It’s an invaluable piece of poetry……Great! ! (Report) Reply

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  • Dr Dillip K Swain (1/7/2018 12:09:00 AM)

    My favorite lines: There's none left to mourn or weep nor anyone to sing, sigh or sob..! The persons who have gone accumulating material gains/wealth will surely be burnt into ashes what you perceive, “….dusts unto dusts…”! The substantial gain in life and its return at/after death is beautifully depicted in your poem (cont..) (Report) Reply

  • The Poet Poet (8/26/2017 1:23:00 PM)

    Simply pragmatic and marvelous....poet lady
    Sad no one remembers it
    that the end lies within
    the days come shine glow and then go
    we all then silently only

    More in the after life unknown we dwell
    who can this but

    Its the reality we try to ignore
    and continue to seek more and more

    when maggots will attain our selves
    it will be a life like in hell

    So why not incinerate the physical body
    Let it end with utmost respect
    but then who will solve the workers
    diggers problems to earn wages
    who can tell
    so all such imagery goes to hell

    WE IN OUR OWN Kingdom WISH TO DWELL.....

    I read AKHTAR JAWAD SAHEB'S comment on his
    ''flower'' from you..
    I am given to understand that you are the best Indian poet

    Please honour me by reading my poem
    ''MOM SMILES.''
    A comment coming from you
    would be like some

    NOOR -e -JEHAN
    calling out to her child

    Wah wah janaabh aapney toe kiya hee hai kamaaaal
    I came here to PH
    as you had said my poetry will be liked
    so it is read my poem

    mom smiles latest comment is

    ''A poem great by all means,
    a statute
    beautiful from all sides,
    everything is outstanding.''''
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  • Kumarmani Mahakul (8/26/2017 7:29:00 AM)

    We are ignored about the concealment of life and death. Birth and death are universal truth. As we have borned we must mingle with dust one day, still than we run after wealth, power and fame. We should earn divine qualities which will go with our soul after death. So we should pray to God....
    'Oh Lord! Lead us not into illusory charms'
    A marvellous poem shared.
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  • (7/7/2017 6:20:00 AM)

    Dear poetess, you depicts the real life of beings; thanks.I think that you may come through my poem' Mourn'. (Report) Reply

  • Dee Corpolongo (6/19/2017 2:52:00 PM)

    Beautifully said and done. I love this true sense of reality....and the truth of what will be, will be.
    If only people would see....thank you for these words, Valsa, and for sharing.
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  • Simone Inez Harriman (2/1/2017 11:33:00 AM)

    Death equalises all men despite wealth of health or riches or poverty we all will pass from the lives we have known. A poem to be immensely proud of. Your pen is mighty...10 (Report) Reply

  • (1/31/2017 1:23:00 PM)

    Dust unto Dust
    Valsa, there is so much to say about this brilliant poem. You depict a perfect portrait of death as cautionary tale, rather than death a release. Those who covet their material wealth I doubt would be cheered by the thought, the reality, that all they have accumulated will return to dust. And those last few stanza remind me of Ozymandias. A great poem, Valsa. (Report) Reply

  • (1/27/2017 2:48:00 AM)

    To be of
    Sound mind
    Strong in
    Is all
    The wealth
    I need
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  • Tribhawan Kaul (7/10/2016 3:35:00 AM)

    Death is a great leveller. These lines speak the truth...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.......beautiful poem.
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  • Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar (6/25/2016 11:09:00 PM)

    A great poem i read. It's translation in tamil by fellow poet Dr Kanniappan is equally good (Report) Reply

  • Dr.subhendu Kar (1/7/2016 1:57:00 PM)

    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.

    straggling bubbles babbles to blur
    green still swaddles to disown afar
    falling leaves clinches into dust waning glory
    yet matrix of mortality befuddles to attire............wonderful write by imagery and metaphors of life and living trudging through tide an ebb of mortality, as we come from dust and get back to dust yet encompassing various facets of organic layers in a cycle to disappear like a mute silhouette into oblivion, yet brilliantly wrought with deep thought of philosophy to express transient curve of life yet within the vale of void.
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  • Shahin Latif (10/15/2015 6:29:00 PM)

    Lovely poem. well narrated. So, take my regard. (Report) Reply

  • Sranisha Francis (9/25/2015 4:11:00 PM)

    Very nice Poem. I liked it very much........

    Oh Lord! Lead us not into illusory charms
    Deliver us of our avarice to hoard
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  • (9/20/2015 12:31:00 PM)

    Man will never learn for greed is part of our nature,
    once in awhile comes timely words to remind us of the danger.
    written in beautiful lines from the heart, this is a poem to be treasured.
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  • Sofia Kioroglou (9/19/2015 2:48:00 PM)

    I gave you a ten! Exquisite! (Report) Reply

  • Melvina Germain (7/21/2015 4:34:00 AM)

    I love the vocabulary usage, dates way back and I like it there. You paint quite a picture of the reality of the inevitable..... (Report) Reply

  • Roop Rekha Bhaskar (6/23/2015 5:36:00 AM)

    Yes this is exactly what happens when death takes over life. Most people forgot in time, at times some people remember the departed soul and pray or visit their graves, and in time this is forgotten too except probably in the hearts of a few.
    How in vain we run after wealth
    The power and position we deem so great
    This is so true. people amass billions and still live for money. not knowing if they are going to live another day.
    Nicely written
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  • Purnima Manhas (5/25/2015 12:10:00 AM)

    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.
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  • (5/23/2015 2:37:00 AM)

    Well written... Great organization... True talk, God bless you. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Sunday, July 22, 2012

Poem Edited: Sunday, July 22, 2012

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