I Set My Foot On The Heart Of The Dead. Poem by TUSHAR BERA

I set my foot on the heart of the dead,
The cold, lifeless heart that once throbbed.
Gone are the dreams, the love, the tears shed,

All faded away, the cord now bobbed.


The echoes of laughter now silent,
The light in the eyes now dim.
What was once supple, now pliant,

The future's now grim.


The soul that was joyous, now departed,
The body now left to decay.
The hopes and desires broken hearted,
Nothing left to do but pray.


The triumphs and failures now unimportant,
In the quietus of the tomb.
Before death, so poignant and pungent,
Now shrouded in gloom.


The hands that once touched, now chill,
The lips that once kissed, now agape.
All that's left is an involuntary thrill,
As I set my foot on the heart of the asleep.


The life now but a dream, the dream now but a sigh,
Naught left but to mourn and cry.
As in sorrow and thought, I stand by,
And set my foot on the heart of the dead.