As The Curtain Falls Comments

The death knocks at the door and curtain falls. It is a natural process that we have to follow. A brilliant poem has been astutely delineated regarding this. Thank you dear madam for posting it here.

When the curtain falls, it rises once again and starts the second act.

Very touching and ingenuous indeed......Valsa......as the final curtain falls and the wheels roll down to eternity, who will be there to remember............Great piece with great composition

A very candid poem, full of truth. It presents a lot for consideration. Thanks Valsa.

a very excellent write mam....at times we sit back n think that reality of life is wat it is...people will mourn for days, months, years, then wat...life goes on....it has to....nobody can stop dat......but one thing is sure that our absence does matter the loved one, it creates a vacuum in his / her life, his / her heart, more so deeply missed during times of loneliness! as for sure, u must be missing ur mom when u think about her when ur mind is free from the daily hassles n routine chores!

Hmmm... Cant wait to return to God..bt for me, I aint ready to die yet...lolx... Even though dis poem sounds heavenly appeasing... I jst aint ready... But ur ability to bring out dat feeling of Heaven Ma Valsa is splendid...

So honest about what is in store for us all as the curtain falls, our lives will be forgotten eventually, as our spirit will soar to God's holy kingdom, we will want no more as his love will be our fulfillment! Very inspired write!

When Death comes knocking at the door And as the curtain finally falls My voice will be stilled the poetess impel us to think our return to Him... ''my tomb lies over grown with weeds And the engraving on my head stone, '' and He may support us to live with a Joy Then give me, my Lord! A ride in your chariot! Remove from my spirit the languor of endless waiting! ..................... But we may vanish with.... When I merge with the dust as dust, .................... I love the Philosophy of this poetess But love to read not like this.......

A stupendous write, Valsa, and it is so for one and all -of course the time may vary! On reading your great write my eyes are moist as I write this! I bring to mind the following lines Death was never born, / and life never died from Dwaraknath Reddy's book.! Again he had written Don't stand at my Grave and cry.I am not there.I did not die. This is the undeniable truth of my - -and your- -identity in the temporal-spatial frame of relativity. I endorse what Thomas, Dinesh nair, Aswath Rman and Unwritten Soul have all commented!

A great write no doubt...Well nothing will remain forever in life, the loved ones left us and then come our time we left our loved ones..in layered time...but the love, the lesson we left will flow and pass from now and then... Till death is died the life will alive, return in other side....and of course we know no one but Loved Ones and stayed there forever_SOul

A million or more curtains fall a day and they all leave memories dear and great in the depths of hearts closer to them once. But the chariot as ever before has to run in no direction With the eternity marked for a bliss unknown And the charioteer missing from the seat under dereliction Of duties assigned to Him by none ever. The love of the fellow mortals down on the smaller earth Will then too chase the fragments of the souls fleeing Unto the dark of ignoble designs drawn across the milky way. A million babies more learn to cry to smile yet again Even as the cycle of fancies turns for a great spell of no notion new! Bone voyage still...