Beside A Graveyard Comments

Nicely written. Deep feelings.Great work.

valsa, because of the limitations of responding in this space, i've sent a message using the send message button. -glen

'This is the only place, Where one is not entitled to stand in queue Or vie with one another to overtake, A place least preferred by anyone'.. is a very meaningful stanza. The final resting place for everyone. Loved it.

This is a masterpiece which put us face to face with reality. A grim, yet meaningful reminder of nature's plan for all life; and Man included. Time will indeed erase all from the memory. Thanks Valsa,

Whither come whither go.Truth of life revealed in the poem. Evidence is solid.

Full of life's philosophy...very true that some day we all will be no more...fame or shame will be overtaken by another freshly born life...fortune or misery all come and go..so too the body and its life...but to be remembered by all for years and aeons, I as a poetess think, should write a poem like this...superb thoughts...specially the second stanza is excellent...stay blessed for ever

I quote Mir Taqui Mir, who is called god of Urdu poetry- Yesterday my feet came accidentally on a skull, it was cracked and broken, the skull said, Walk carefully looking downwards, one day I was a proud head.

One of the best poems I have read!

oh What depth you write with! Empire of the forgotten souls, I was in the middle of writing a poem of thouse dead, yours is awesome in perceptions and feelings, great work

A beautiful poem! Lofty poetic imagination and a very nice picture! My favorite lines: And sleep dreamless through the years/Where the wind whistles through the heap of bones/Where the weeds silently shed their tears/Where silence sits brooding to hatch gloom! I appreciate your powerful imagination that a common man tends to gloat that s/he will be fondly remembered after death!

In the sacred silence of the dusk lonely mind perceives a graveyard. Death sits on his imperial throne but human glory remains in core of memory. Moss grown grave stones are amazingly marked by the successors. This graveyard is the empire of the forgotten souls! An amazing and brilliant poem is wisely penned...10

Thanks dark shadowy palace where all shall enter When the curtain falls over our little life And the farce of life come to it's close. The real truth, we are born to die and waiting for our turn..well penned

''Where the wind whistles through the heap of bones, Where the weeds silently shed their tears, Where silence sits brooding to hatch gloom, Where inscriptions moulder on the memorial tablets, Where ivy twines round fallen columns'' - there is so much poetic beauty in these verses! A poem which reminds us all of how ephemeral all is.