Resurrection Poem by Valsa George
Resurrection
A routine annual clean up
at the start of the New Year!
Among
heaps of used up papers
and
broken knick knacks-
the contents of her shelf’s drawer,
lay
a photograph,
old and musty.
Suddenly,
all too suddenly,
from the charred bones
of a died down funeral pyre,
resurrected someone,
with lovelorn eyes!
Bursting the bandage of time,
blood and serum oozed out
and once more
She became
a festering wound! !
Time may put an ache to sleep
But anytime it may wake up and peep!
Painful memories keep on haunting. Let thre be no reminders. Beautiful poem.
a wonderful poem with superb imageries, a treat to read.
how true............the process of cleaning also freshens the past memories when we come across an old photograph that touches our heart n stays in our mind for long..........a gud write mam
Time brings relief, eases of pain but memory leaves you stand stricken.......Valsa.......very well penned with nice metaphor........amazing piece........10
memories good and bad sometimes present themselves. Sorting out each year is a good thing. nice write
Very nicely written and expressed. Some things may seem to be buried at times but they are really not. Even our thoughts of unpleasant memories are sometimes resurrected. We must ponder on them for a while no matter how unpleasant they may be. Healing comes when we accept it! Very inspiring and touching.
When the heaps of pangs crystalise into pearls of sobs within and when mind is transported into a state of nostalgic bliss such poems occur. A great poem indeed Madam Valsa.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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12/7/2025 3:55:45 AM # 1.0.0
Very true - with the present state of mind a situation may be logically defined & understood, but history can never be hidden by dumping. It will again rise up with pains, agonies or pleasures whatever with it's true color...... well written