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POET'S PEN: WILLIAMSJI MAVELI WRITES APPRECIATION REVIEW ON SHRUTI GOSWAMI'S POEM, "SILENT DEATH"

POET'S PEN: WILLIAMSJI MAVELI WRITES APPRECIATION REVIEW ON SHRUTI GOSWAMI'S POEM, "SILENT DEATH"
  • POET'S PEN:
  • WILLIAMS MAVELI WRITES
  • APPRECIATION REVIEW ON
  • SHRUTI GOSWAMI’S POEM,
  • “SILENT DEATH”

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Silent deaths
Are painful
They do not utter
A cry

(Better to run away from death than feel its grip, especially silent deaths, honourable poetess Shruti Goswami depicts on silent deaths in a very mild poetic style, my applause)

Die
But when they do
They kill you
All the life
That you had
That you lived

(To die will be a dreadfully big and terrific adventure. If we consider that this world is an inn and the silent death is where the life  journey is about to end.

Amidst falling dew
rolling meadows
Ragged mountains
Blushing fountains

(­­ Dead people are  more than living. And their numbers are increasing. The living is getting rarer and fewer, beware on this increasing death trend.)

Freeze
Decry
Let out a sigh
Groaning under stupendous weight

(We all work against our own cure, for death is the cure of all diseases)

Dead, all is dead
Never alive
So am I.

(And when we are gone, we are forgotten, without a trace, as if we never even existed. And that's all, a simple and a fine write, well scribbled in a mild silent way, my applause to honourable Poetess Shruti Goswami)

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Between the lines

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When a dwelling has just lost its soul, a wounded silence falls over the sudden emptiness that no one will fill again. And all the noises that may be made later in that house will be like a scandalous din, ugly echoes from one room to another, from one corridor to another, sharp and discordant as if the walls are no longer able to absorb any music once the source of harmony has been taken away. But this strange detail about the power of death can only be picked up by ears that are very attentive to the smallest murmurs of life. Rational people go through these empty spaces with the serenity of a legal representative, and their indulgent smiles categorise you if you decide to point out in their presence that there is something lacking in the atmosphere

Those who imagine about death, carrying with them their breathing ideas and emotions, usually assume that they will have, during their last hours, ideas and emotions of like radiance ... but they do not fully recognise the implication that the feeling faculty, too, is almost gone. These imaginations will surely be in a state to be one in which they can have emotions such as they now have on contemplating the cessation of life. But at the last all the mental powers simultaneously ebb, as do the bodily powers, and with them goes the capacity for emotion in general. It is, indeed, possible that in its last stages consciousness is occupied by a not non-pleasurable common sense of rest.

Dear Honourable Poetess Shruti Goswami, please accept my applause and congratulations for sharing such a simple and humble lines with the viewers of COSMOFUNNEL, hope you will shower us with more fabulous poems from your poetic archives, yet to expose to us, good luck and May God bless you in your writing career.

Regards & Love

WILLIAMSJI MAVELI

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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

WILLIAMS MAVELI

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Shruti Goswami

Thanks a lot Dear Williamsji for your in depth and elaborate analysis, detailing out the small thoughts that often flash throughout the poem. Death, as they say is a great leveller and the thought or presence of death in everyday life reminds us of our mortality, an effort to be humble... thank you for such wonderful lines.

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POET WILLIAMSJI...

Honorable Poetess Shruti,

Many thanks and much regards, love to you, I really appreciate your most valuable comments,

Throughout my life, I have been asking questions on death-silent death. 

 I always perceived things differently from most people, which was a result of my for knowledge about this life, birth, and death.

Thanks for your comments

Regards & Love

WILLIAMSJI MAVELI

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