My Husband’s Last Letter Poem by P K Joy

“My funeral is over. All have left
- the whole multitude
Of mourners and kith and kin.
Ah! I love this solitude.
Good place to sit, think and write.
I wish I’d died long back.
By now my deathless thoughts would’ve
become a huge poetry book.

“The crow on the bough above
has agreed to carry this to you
He knows you. He used to eat
the left over food you threw.
He will dropp it through the window
and caw aloud thrice
And wait at the window to ensure
that the letter you don’t miss.

“Here I write my darling.
Follow my advice fully.
Don’t waste the rest of your life
mourning. It’ll indeed be folly.
Forgetting the dead me, try
to make your life jolly.
Don’t bother about what others say.
Ignore critics wholly.



“Sorrows you have endured much.
Needn’t suffer any more of it.
We’ve passed through many ups and downs,
and battles several we fought.
We crossed mountains of miseries.
Suffered and rejoiced together.
Our joys were few and short
while pains were more and longer.

“Often you hid your pains, but
your face bespoke your heart
Many a time I couldn’t help you
when our days were bad and hard.
At last we reached a state
where we could live with comfort.
Then the jealous death struck
his axe and put us far apart.

“Don’t worry that you are alone.
Take heartful of courage to your bed.
Dismiss all sorrowful thoughts.
Let realism rule your head.
Life is precious and purposeful.
Its giver will demand your account
Of how you spent every day.
So, waste not even a minute.

“I wouldn’t write you again
as my letters will stir up your sentiments
Which will dampen your spirit and push you
down to life’s worthless sediments.

Don’t set aside your life for the dead.
God will take care of the dead.
Live for yourself. Stop the search for sorrows.
Search for joys instead! ”