Grave Silence

Grave Silence long poem

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As usual he was busy in his daily routine
while his dreams and ambitions were soaring
he believed that he would be happy for ever
and shadow of sorrow would never come near

His aim in life was to add more and more of wealth
and reach pinnacle of success
How ever he was intolerant and was jealous of his competitor
for he being more successful
He desired none should match him in stature
He was under the impression that he is immortal

While he was day dreaming life of glory
suddenly he was shaken by the shocking
news of death of his rival

For a moment he was dumbstruck
and felt darkness even in brightness
He shockingly moved towards the dead body
and seeing his rival laid to rest he experienced
divinity and got into a philosophical mood and
realised nothing is permanent in life and felt guilty
of cursing the dead person while he was alive

With tears in his eyes he spoke about the good qualities
of the dead person had and truly felt his absence
Now a complete changed person , he appeared Godly

After the cremation , he set himself slowly moving back
towards his house. It was as if he was coming out of darkness
into brightness.
Shock of sudden death of his rival gradually dwindling in his mind
slowly was getting back to the earthly desires of wealth
and fame and after a while he was back to his usual self
totally forgetting the life was so uncertain and he was back in his Devilish mood

News of Death invokes Divine qualities in humans
while in normal situations human beings turn Devilish

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I am a retired Engineer from the Government of Karnataka and now 64 year old. post retirement I fancied to write in 3 languages namely English,Hindi and kannada. I have written several poems,short stories etc and have published two books namely ""Tri bhasha Kritigalu and Rampys vision on lifes mission and now it has become passion for me to continue writing. I have also developed several software computer programmes covering Technical,medical and general programmes
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Savi Mani
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a wonderful poem yet again….death is a hard and true fact and when we witness death of someone, for a little course of time, we become philosophical the harsh naked fact make us realise how and what we are and towards the end everyone has to go the same………but yet one returns to one’s normal routine, greedy, jealous, running and rushing to accumulate more and more knowing deep within their heart that all of us have to go empty hand………..yet………a thought provoking poem………

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