To The Tune Of 'Dust Thou Art' N To Dust Returnest' Poem by s.zaynab kamoonpury
To The Tune Of 'Dust Thou Art' N To Dust Returnest'
O' man thou erecteth palaces, castles and courts
while on death a mere grave sufficeth thee
How magnificent and formidable thou maketh thy forts
in thy wish to make both future and history.
Thou who art' accustomed to marble walls
and mansions of mirror, silver and gold
Thy grave shalt be small compared to palatial halls
even if a thousand demons it may hold.
Not a coin or even half a coin of gold
wilt thou take with thee to thy grave
All that shalt ye leave behind for others to behold
and now shalt ye fear though ere thou hath been brave.
Thy innards shalt merge with mere earth soil and sand
No matter now if ye dwelled in huts or palaces of gold
Thy grave shalt occupy the tiniest portion of thy land
From the warmth of quilted beds wilt thee lie in the cold.
Thus ere ye consider founding, building thy imposing edifice
a homeless vagrant if ye shelter in thine care
Knowing our lives art' but on a mere precipice
while the joy of giving doth give a joy beyond compare!
Death's a journey but no provisions can ye take along and fold
How are ye to respond when it inevitably calls?
A simple ditch our skeletal bones shalt hold
as the living walk all over us with gentle footfalls.
Shakespeare too returned to dust as hath saith he
and while many might abandon his archaic style
yet his quill shalt vie for soul-like immortality
for his works might flow on as does the old Nile.
this's the first poem of yours that i read.for coments sake Kevin Patrick expressed mores cogently.but i add that your have the talent for poetry, the competence i might say.i hope u write modern poetry, for how different it'd be.please notify me about a specific free verse you cherish, because i won't be quick of going through all your poetry.
yes dear. it is greater than greater. very mature and strong message. considering our life styles and these realities of 'haq', i can smile and weep at once by heart. Allah bless u.
That is such a really a good writing. I simply love it alot!
yes its the reality of life in simple way, great way of expressing it, well done
WOW a beautifully written poem with so much truth i remember my mother saying six foot of ground will hold everyone be they pauper or king so true
Thus ere ye consider founding, building thy imposing edifice a homeless vagrant if ye shelter in thine care Knowing our lives art' but on a mere precipice while the joy of giving doth give a joy beyond compare! This is an amazing write with such a lofty message! ! Oh, I love this poem and agree with each single detail, you have given! This deserves in every right a full 10 I also invite you to read my poem.. Dust unto Dust! The thoughts mentioned by you are thoughts I always ponder over! !
yes, all stranded on the surface of grave, money, title and everything. death is a transit for next life. the judgement... love the wordplay-inspiringly beautiful.
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 10:14:05 AM # 1.0.0.1119
A great tribute to the classical style of verse writing, it feels like this is a lost work of the 19tth century and yet still modern and contemporary to come from now, Its a pretty dark subject matter, no matter how mighty our towers how fully our bellies or how full your pockets nature will send out her tax collector of life and claim us for the grave, the words of the past are forever, in the souls of now.