dead

 

It’s always hard trying to come to terms with it, once a person is born Death is decided we know the truth of the mortal nevertheless we cry,  grief,  tears it’s the love we give but the other can’t receive in spite knowing it all each Death we see is difficult even if its 100th   we’ve encountered.

 We ask questions beginning or with sentences ending with why as we struggle to breathe. We often weep in despair, silently: sometimes offering ourselves as the replacement because a life without them is unimaginable. A heart raging in the fire of questions with tears that hurt with the flow; later the same heart tries to console.

 And soon… It might have taken years but no matter how long it’s always too soon for Death to come.

Again tears flow but not silently lamenting the tragedy sometimes screaming but the Dead cannot hear can they?

It’s said time heals all wounds but recollections of the pain remain. A few days, months, years slip by and still, the memories of the Dead follow everywhere. Willingly or not, the place the Dead formally had in our life is or will be taken by someone else not wholly maybe, in a part.

The Dead is still missed we smile laugh, cry for no reason and visit memory lane countless times. Death is Strange, knowing your loved one is dying is Stranger. However, the truth prevails “once a person is born Death is certain” though it is for certain the most painful truth.

on the calamity caused by recent rain, flood in Nepal. It is trivial to complain in the face of death but there was no electricity yesterday hence could not post.

 

 

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10 thoughts on “dead

  1. albert says:

    Hi Srijana, I like finding poems, even if they are hard. I found this one here:

    dead

         by Srijana
             (on the calamity caused by recent rain, floods in Nepal)

    It’s always hard
    once a person is born
    Death is decided
    we know we cry
    grief, tears, it’s the love we give
    the other can’t receive

    We ask questions beginning with
    sentences ending with why
    as we struggle to breathe.

    We often weep in despair, silently:
    offering ourselves as the replacement
    a life without them is unimaginable.

    A heart raging in the fire of questions
    tears that hurt with the flow
    later the same heart tries to console.

    And soon…
    It might have taken years
    no matter how long
    it’s always too soon for Death.

    tears flow but not silently lamenting
    sometimes screaming
    the Dead cannot hear can they

    time heals but recollections of pain remain
    days, months, years slip by and still,
    memories of the Dead follow
    everywhere.

    the place the Dead  had 
    will be taken by someone else
    not wholly maybe in part

    we smile, laugh, cry for no reason
    and visit memory lane countless times.

    Death is Strange,
    knowing your loved one is dying
    is Stranger. However, the truth prevails
    “once a person is born Death is certain”
    though it is for certain the most painful truth.

     

     

     

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