One-sided Conversations with GriefA Poem by Stonz P.A man has grown old and has lived long enough, unwillingly after losing his son in war and his wife to agony. He speaks to Grief, blaming it for his suffering without a reply.Yonder I look over through the sill, Hapless and no world left built, Weak and weary, withered and wilted, Memory and sight play cruel and sinister tricks, Passing by, each in a flash, His voice swearing to come back, Her touch still ringing chills down, Give no pain to any other like me, Take no more souls as you did from me, O Grief, listen'd do Thee? Not a moment we spared, When the bugle was sounded, Young and excited, still was our precious blood, That shoddily was so costly shed, His promise unfulfilled kept us awake, For nights and for days countless, In hope for a familiar voice. Had not one tragedy enticed thee enough, That one unguessable day she was gone too? She could bear no more, I had seen. O Grief! Why didst thou strike so pitiless? Took away a part of it and then the whole soul. Why keep me alive for time infinite? To suffer? Having sacrificed them, Like an offering to thee. O! How I curse thee when Death doth not arrive, Destructure me to ash upon a mantle as did they, Construe memory and sight to halt. Yet, yonder I look over through the sill, Hapless and no world left built, Struggling, struggling to fix this ill.
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13 Reviews Added on December 23, 2012 Last Updated on October 27, 2017 AuthorStonz P.Lakhnau, IndiaAboutMust you even try to know a soul that has nothing to confide even if you deny it the right to be a fly be free free from your questioning eyes expecting cries when the soul is nothing but a .. more..Writing
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