Ode To Life And Death, A Twain Comments
Flame flutters and tide wanes without reason,
Death drops shutters as life sinks in a pit,
Day looks dull when hind dark clouds hides the sun,
Night is moonless, no stars are still well-lit.
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To death, morrow may be the next moment, His future tied on a tenuous thread, He lives half-shut eyed, instant to instant, And present spread is ready, hot and red...wonderful expression! I always find sparkling beauty in all your works! Extremely well penned with creditable structure!
death, is no enemy Of life— on a first-name term with many, Pleased to walk with life till eternity, .A wonderful meditation on life and death. man returns carrying no suitcase... loveliest poems remain un-penned........... sö much of philosophy in such a beautiful poem. i read and reread your poem. thank u. tony
Thank you Dr Antony, poets like you make my day worth its while.
Liked the third stanza.So poignant and gripping. Beautifully crafted and well executed write. A great poem.10++++ and on to my Poem List.
About the third stanza you talked about, I had to revisit my poem, and I agree with you. The fact that you felt like reading the poem again and write something more about it, I tend to feel, and believe what you say. Thank you.
A poignant, beautiful, insightful and brilliant write on life and death. Very moving lines that will grip a reader to go through with the whole write. All 9 stanzas of the poem stand out depicting and expressing in wonderful detail what death is.
Some poems, after they have been writ, give good feelings, you feel fulfilled. As a poet I don't know if you also felt so after writing some your poems more so. Thank you for the feedback.
A wonderful write of what might unfold at life's end? .....well written Aniruddha
Thank you Tom Allport, if you care I've written a lot about death.
Life is so transient. Unfortunately we live fearing death all our life. At the same time, death is something which promises a life of which we do not know anything! Thus man is torn between life and death! A highly philosophical write!
Frail like kid's paper boats life collapses, A puddle's all it takes to soak and sink, No world wind to tilt it to drown, just breeze, The life when hastens to reach its last brink.......................... So true, when it is time to go, there needn't be any solid reasons or occurrences of gravity! There is no need for a tempest to uproot the tree of life, but a frail breeze will do it!
Tree of life, what a beautiful metaphor! In Bhagavad-Gita Krishna also compared life with tree. Thanks.
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7/19/2025 5:41:50 AM # 1.0.0
This is a terrific work. As I reread it several times, I found the seventh stanza prompting me to Sonnet 18. A great poem, Aniruddha.
My favourite too, Mj Lemon. But I've not quite grasped your reference to 'Sonnet 18'. Can you throw some more light? You see, I'm closing on to 80s, and am bordering to be almost senile. Thank you for your encouraging comments.