- POET'S PEN:
- WILLIAMS MAVELI WRITES
- APPRECIATION REVIEW ON
- SHRUTI GOSWAMI’S POEM,
- “SILENT DEATH”
They do not utter
(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)
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
( Dead people are more than living. And their numbers are increasing. The living is getting rarer and fewer, beware on this increasing death trend.)
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
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)
Between the lines
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
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