poet Valsa George

Valsa George

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Simple Verse. No.4 - When I Died

I lived poor and died poor.
No obituary written
Nowhere a black flag fluttered
No one grieved
No bells tolled
No prayers recited,
To still my departed soul!

My body was wheeled in a hearse
With a few following
With hesitant steps
More as a custom than a gesture true
The open gates of the walled cemetery
Allowed a glimpse of the newly dug grave
In a remote corner it stood
Close to an overgrown hedge
Among many a mound
That bore no name on it
Oh, the indigent and the lonely
Are destined to huddle together
In death under the sod
With their identities merged
Into a single clan!

My body when swiftly lowered to the pit
And as everyone left to join the rage of life,
I pondered, how on this Earth
The distinctions of rank
Extend down unto dust
And follow one like a faithful mongrel

Poem Submitted: Friday, May 10, 2013
Poem Edited: Monday, November 4, 2013

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Fictional....(Ha! Ha!)
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  • Aniruddha PathakAniruddha Pathak (10/12/2019 12:28:00 AM)

    Death and its aftermath, common thoughts of many..
    O God, now that I'm one with the sod that covers me...
    beautifully depicted here,
    I also wrote something like this some time back.
    A poet imagines how he will be missed after death...
    but nothing of that sort happens, written in two parts,
    can't remember the title, and when,

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  • Bharati NayakBharati Nayak (3/24/2019 10:41:00 AM)

    My body when swiftly lowered to the pit
    And as everyone left to join the rage of life,
    I pondered, how on this Earth
    The distinctions of rank
    Extend down unto dust
    And follow one like a faithful mongrel
    - - -The class distinction, the difference between rich and poor has been so poignantly depicted in this poem.

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  • Akhtar Jawad (5/14/2018 10:45:00 AM)

    Majority of us dies like this, I think it's better to live and die as an ordinary man.

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  • Kumarmani MahakulKumarmani Mahakul (9/28/2017 1:07:00 PM)

    My body when swiftly lowered to the pit
    And as everyone left to join the rage of life,
    I pondered, how on this Earth
    The distinctions of rank
    Extend down unto dust
    And follow one like a faithful mongrel... lovely theme.
    It is a beautiful poem though it is fictional. Interesting to read. Nice penmanship.

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  • Tajudeen ShahTajudeen Shah (6/6/2013 10:18:00 AM)

    Hi,
    Sorry dear Poet, I could not locate the poem you suggested, please send me the link.
    Now, I have just read your humble thoughts on 'When.. died.'
    I request your good self to re-write this poem again in a different dimension, with more of a grave concern on death and after life possibly blended rightly. What you have composed reflects a kind of pain too. rgds

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  • Hezekiah Toheeb TiamiyuHezekiah Toheeb Tiamiyu (5/24/2013 5:52:00 PM)

    Hmmm, ... W@ shld I say? ? Msg passed simply...

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  • Captain CurCaptain Cur (5/21/2013 2:23:00 PM)

    Thoughtful, reflective write.
    Much truth in your words.
    Glad your still with us.

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  • Www.poemhunter.com/m-d-dinesh-nair-2 Search 2 (5/19/2013 1:46:00 AM)

    The pit will consume the dead perhaps..
    But the talking will never stop
    And who really dies here, leave alone the 'poor dying'?
    In fact the poor will die with no poem to honour them.
    Let living poor be honoured as Russel has rightly said, Chasity, honesty and poverty are the greatest states possible for man'.
    The luxury of dying has to be felt in living through each phase of death.
    This is a death poem remarkable for the corpse being too unlucky to be with the poet`s entity omnipresent

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  • Chandra Thiagarajan (5/13/2013 3:14:00 AM)

    Well, I know it's fictional still the pathos filled my heart.. The last four lines spell deep philosophy! Loved your write, AS ALWAYS, VALSA!

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  • Valerie DohrenValerie Dohren (5/12/2013 5:45:00 AM)

    We come into the world with, nothing and we depart with nothing. Good one Valsa.

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  • Shahzia BatoolShahzia Batool (5/11/2013 4:51:00 AM)

    It reminded me of Russell's obituary he wrote for himself but it became a good omen n he lived a long life...yes, it is fictional, and will remain fictional...if God's willing! ! !
    stay safe! ! !

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  • Paul BrookesPaul Brookes (5/11/2013 2:08:00 AM)

    When we die all that left is the husk the important bit the soul is free and if we are not remembered it matters not for we all set out on the greatest journey of all This is beautiful poem which says so much death life and poverty 10/10. Thanks for sharing You may like to read 'Soldiers Rest' on a similar theme

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