POET'S PEN: WILLIAMSJI MAVELI writes on Shaiqua Murshed's "Death Row"

POET'S PEN: WILLIAMSJI MAVELI writes on Shaiqua Murshed's " Death Row " posted on 09th  May
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About the Poetess
Our member Poetess  Shaiqua Murshed is currently engaged in palliative care services which is an approach that improves the quality of life of patients and their families facing the problem associated with life-threatening illness, through the prevention and relief of suffering by means of early identification and impeccable assessment and treatment of pain and other problems, physical, psychosocial and spiritual. She is Still trying to understand the relationship between life and death. Many questions, but no answers. The mystery of life will never be solved. As for the mystery of death, it will always remain an enigma. The world is for everyone. According to her " I am a hopeless romantic and, yes, there is something known as love. And, no, love doesn't find everyone. Love, in its truest and purest form is for the blessed few. To find love, is to find pain; pain that may tear the heart, but one that lifts the soul to the skies, to an altitude where emotions fly freely.  Few will want to come back to earth. I don't. Long may we continue flying. Her hobbies are Painting, creative writing, cooking, fashion, fashion designing, riding horses, staring into nothingness, which I find very relaxing. It's a sublime and uplifting time for introspection "
Shaiqua Murshed's verse titled as  " Death Row " contributes a silent melancholy on the death of humans which is just a departure for a short while from the world's big  stage to change our costumes and to come back later as a new character. The poem though short, it   depicts a strong and deep explanation of  life and death making a depp pain into our heart. Congrats to Poetess Shaiqua Murshed.
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Through the bramble and the thicket
Through the gorse and the morse
I drag my famine self
To the mirage in the desert
Where beads of living water
String shafts of burning sunshine
Indeed, death is a luxurious mystery. all the way through time, every major religion, philosophy, and spiritual path of thought has sought after to explain this mystery. It is a subject that touches the life of every man and woman, incorporating the entire human race under a cloud of inevitable transience. The rich and the poor alike meet the same end; the black and the white both go to the grave; the powerful and the humble all leave this planet ultimately. Fascinatingly, scientific research into single-celled organisms reveals that the nature of life, on a cellular level, does not automatically include a self-destruct mechanism for death. In other words, it appears that death is an unnatural part of life. Yet despite this, everything on earth eventually dies. Many outlines of religious thought simply accept the inescapably of death and instead try to offer better alternatives that await the faithful in the afterlife. These ideas bring comfort to many people who have lost loved ones or are facing death themselves, but they leave others wondering, “Why must death exist? Wouldn’t an all-powerful God eliminate death? Shouldn’t all life intrinsically live forever?” The poem ends with a shock giving lines to the readers.
Rows of corn to feed the self
But the dew dried with the moon
The lake was but a dream
And the vampire sucked the last blood
That watered the row of death
ABOUT POET'S PEN: Williamsji Maveli writes a column titled "Poet's Pen" in view of bringing connectivity between the author and reader for a better understanding of poetic aspects in creativity perspective. This column will highlight on the content of a poem picked at random by the author, which will be appearing on daily basis as and when the authors feels to upload the posting. Reader's valuable comments, both positive and negative are most welcome and will be highly appreciated by me – WILLIAMSJI MAVELI
williamsji@yahoo.com
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Comments
To Williamsji Maveli: I am privileged to be a part of Poem's Pen.
Your description of the inevitable is reality blended with surrealism and the abstract. Death, indeed, is the leveller.
Shaiqua Murshed,
Keep writing more and more poems, Be active and participate
Love, Regards
WILLIAMSJI MAVELI
Thanks, will do.