I Don'T Want.....! Poem by Valsa George
I Don'T Want.....!
The thoughts of death stubbornly cling to me
As icicles hanging from the trees
Sending chills up through every neuron
I hear their empty rattle in my head
As rabid dogs barking at nothing
Though Shelley was full of praise
And hailed Death and Sleep as brothers
To me it is not so and will never be
Not that I am afraid to die
Nor think my absence will shake the Earth out of its orbit
But it makes my thoughts break into fragments
And I find it hard to piece them together
Even if I die, my children will live as before
My husband might seek another partner
Or might pass to a new celibate state
They will never be benighted or tempest tossed
And eventually my memory shall fade
Fade away without a trace from all hearts
As I walk through the winding road
And the closer I come to the terminal
From where there is no more treading
And as time pulls the blind on my life
When the curtain falls finally and my play ends
Alas! I don't want to leave this stage
Nor want to lose my hold,
Of those hands I love and care.
There are gifts still to be opened
And newer avenues to be explored
Oh, I am in love with this world
To be more true, with narcissistic ardor
I am in love with myself,
Though dangerous it is to be addicted to love
So Death, carry me in my sleep, if you must
Or sweep me away by an inundating tide
Unawares into the ocean of Eternity
Like a feather blown away by the winds!
The love of self so magically implanted in us is the biggest wonder of the world. Thoughts is death cross our mind yet never take a strong hold like love of life. Enjoyed the lovely poem Valsa.
Oh, I am in love with this world To be more true, with narcissistic ardor I am in love with myself, Though dangerous it is to be addicted to love It's great Valsa! .................10
Very poignant write indeed.....Valsa.......death is neither a blessing nor a curse, nor a friend nor an enemy, it's a dreamless sleep or terminus at the end of life's journey........amazing write as always....10
Your poem is very touching, it is indeed sad for anyone to think or await the inevitable. Your poem is very reflective: to live to the last and then face the inevitable. Death comes like a thief in the night. No one knows the hour or when it would happen. But we must be prepared to face Him. Thanks for the poem. It made think too.
Oh, I am in love with this world To be more true, with narcissistic ardor I am in love with myself, Though dangerous it is to be addicted to love......death is true but love is eternal, one won't fear death if he is addicted to love. A beautiful poem with lofty theme.10
A very fascinating poem indeed. Yes. We don't want death's icy hands on us as we love life to the hilt. But it is inevitable for any living being and the last para' is the one we all aspire for.Kudos Valsa!
A very fascinating poem indeed. Yes. We don't want death's icy hands on us as we love life to the hilt. But it is inevitable for any living being and the last para' is the one we all aspire for.Kudos Valsa!
A very good one. But if death can be eternity into which one can be blown in like a petal, then there is nothing to be afraid of it. It is a fact that death can't be our experience like a disease or eating of a ripe mango. Yet, alas, we all worry about a virtual non-experience!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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All the world's a stage, and all the men and women merely players: they have their exits and their entrances; and one man in his time plays many parts, his acts being seven ages. To be in love with the world, is to be in love with the part which you are playing.Ha.... Death has always been the greatest enemy of mankind....regardless of how we see life, the very thought of death scares any living being....whether we are young or old....we may speak bravely that we are not afraid of his icy hands, but within ourselves, we shiver when we hear his name.....O death, when shall thou repent? Well written Prof!