Wednesday, February 27, 2019

An Epitaph Of A Dust Comments

Rating: 4.8

Here sleeps, not a boss,
Not a reputable someone,
But a dust-like insignificant being
Under the compassion of the shady trees,
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Khairul Ahsan
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Khairul Ahsan 09 September 2020

@Edward Kofi Louis, Thanks for reading the poem and kindly commenting on it, dear poet!

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Khairul Ahsan 09 September 2020

@Lora Colon, Thank you Lora, for eulogisng my humble poem. Much inspired by your reading and generous comment. I've just read and commented on your poem- 'Nothing Lasts'. How beautifully you've expressed the sad feelings! Poignance and melancholy find easy and eloquent expression in your poems. I picked this poem to 'MyPoemList'.

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Khairul Ahsan 07 September 2020

@Jagdish Singh Ramána, Thanks for your reading and encouraging appreciation. Much inspired by your comment.

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Khairul Ahsan 07 September 2020

@Valsa George, Thank you so much for the the thoughtful comment. It inspired me a lot.

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Edward Kofi Louis 16 May 2019

Shady trees of life! ! Thanks for sharing this poem with us.

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Lora Colon 06 March 2019

Eventually, we all will end up in dust form. The wealthy and powerful will not be distinguishable from the humble beggar. But your poem delivers a fundamental message: How we lived our lives will determine how we will be remembered by those who survive us. Then the dust will speak for itself. This poem was written with mind-embracing intensity, and asks to be read more than once. Excellent.

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Jagdish Singh Ramána 03 March 2019

beautiful imagery, and use of beautiful similes. beautiful poem, sir!

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Valsa George 27 February 2019

Profound and beautiful! A graveyard always leads us into thoughts too deep for articulation and moves us into philosophers! A 10

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Mahtab Bangalee 27 February 2019

beautifully the epitaph is written /// flowers are dancing there new leaves of grass are playing with breeze withered leaves are in mourned the soil is indifferent with footprint everything is still, tranquil, silent visitor comes and goes birds are flying subconsciously the crow relieve its dung on there but the stone stands still it reminds the past of hidden one, it opens the leaf of souvenir of hidden one...............! ////

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Khairul Ahsan 11 March 2019

Thanks for reading my poem, @Mahtab Bangalee.

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