Invocation To Death Poem by Om Chawla
Invocation To Death
Come O thou reliever from painful pains
And strike pestilent all vibrating things
Let not a life live;
No joy, no mirth, no laughter
No cheerful face there be seen.
O darkness descend and take the world in thy lap
O winds stop in thy lively course
O silence fall and let not any voice be heard
O save me from this bemoaning world.
Dear Valsa, The poem 'Death' was indeed written in a moment of extreme dejection during my mothers illness in the year 1962 or thereabout. In fact there is a saying in Punjabi, which my mother often used to say viz 'Aap marey jag parlo' meaning 'for the dying man it's doomsday' and that is what I tried to express in the eyes of man seeking end of pain through death.
I assume that this was written in a moment of dejection! Hope that phase is over and now you bask in bright sunlight! Enjoyed! !
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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4/26/2024 7:32:23 PM # 1.0.0.1119
A sorrowful poem of death and the ending of pain. Losing a love one is a very painful feeling. It is only through our fond memories that we experience healing. Joy will come again.