Silent Sleep The Dead Comments

It is glad that you have completed five hundred poems here in the base of life and death. The essence of the poem is nice and touching. Here i quote....Oh Death! You are the mighty leveler of lives With your indiscriminate hands when you strike All differences are ironed out, all distinctions erased Devoid of any rank, here sleep the king and the slave alike It is really a beautiful poem. Visited time and again.

Valsa often writes her poems in the classical style of Persian and Urdu poets, though she does not know Persian or Urdu. Starting a poem with a few introductory stanzas, then coming to the main topic and ending with the essence of the poem. Here is the essence of this marvelous poem: - Oh Death! You are the mighty leveler of lives With your indiscriminate hands when you strike All differences are ironed out, all distinctions erased Devoid of any rank, here sleep the king and the slave alike

It is difficult to single out any one of your poems as the best or my favorite, as you are a talented writer. But this effort was worth reading over many times and going on my favorites list. What fortune to have your 500th be so marvelous, meaningful and profound.

Congratulations, Valsa ji. Once again, I have seen the shades of nature do a prologue in this terrific poem and set the stage against the backdrop of a cemetery for a solemn and sombre dramatic act about the inevitability of death and how it does impact the dead or their future generations or the absence of any impact, whatsoever. The concluding stanza sums it all beautifully in a philosophical manner. Thanks for sharing the poem which is no less than a feast to the mind and the spirit of a reader.

Certainly one of the best poems I have read in a while. Excellently expressed, wonderfully written and powerfully penned. Congratulation to you dear Lady Valsa on your 500th. You are a queen among poets!

My heartiest congratulations dear Valsa on your 500th poem and what a lovely poem at that. what an observant eye you have and the facility with which you transmit the minutest details to the reader; as if you are painting the picture. An excellant composition. Thanks for share, Valsa.

Though the sun had begun bleeding in the West What a line! Shakespeare described it as a melting orange but Valsa's line is no lesser than taht..............10

Congratulations dear friend, you've done it again! With every stroke of your pen I become more grateful, such an amazing poem thank you so much for sharing! So much food for thought here presented needed a day to chhew and my brains still enjoy the flavor. Loved most the end of the poem when a great truth is revealed we all become equal, melting into horison: Oh Death! You are the mighty leveler of lives With your indiscriminate hands when you strike All differences are ironed out, all distinctions erased Devoid of any rank, here sleep the king and the slave alike

I stand with a heavy heart by these moss grown wrecks Thinking I too shall lie here once, devoid of all opulence..... Thank you. A long journey enjoyed well through the world of words. Congratulation for your 500th ending post. Live well.

well, you guys may be amateurs, but i'll have you know i got paid once when i sent a poem to a wealthy friend. ok, he paid me to NOT write more poems. : ( ================================ favorite lines (so far) : There is a muffled horror all around the place Even the leaves chant a sad refrain ............very nice. ................. and nice photo. you know blue birds like to sit on tombstones searching, i think, for ground-crawling insects and such. but i never heard a blue bird sing in a cemetery; i guess they are too respectful. AND more favorite lines: They have become inseparably one with the elements And they lie here motionless exuding a strange calm..................... sounds good to me! ! i like the rhyming. but ya know.............. in Egypt the 'kings' had separate, very special burial places, complete with precious possessions. that's the way i want to be buried: with my transistor radio and ice cream and pizza. thanks for sharing, Valsa. remind me when you reach 1000. i mean poems, not years! bri :) [a fan]

Valsa what a worthy poem to mark your 500th poem - one which pays homage to the Dead to whom we owe one indisputable duty - To Remember Them - this you have with measured rhythms and eloquent words. Despite the fact that many names have been lost, and souls forgotten, your poem performs the spiritual task of remembrance and honor that their progeny can no longer fulfill. The passages stood out for me with special clarity and depth: 1) EACH DEAR PRESENCE HAS BECOME AN ABSENCE that captures all the human sorrow of our mortal fate,2) THEY HAVE BECOME INSEPARABLY ONE WITH THE ELEMENTS This is one of the consolations we have human s can turn to in our loss of loved ones - that their physical remains return to the Earth that bore them and the re-cycle of life that the Earth supports. It's not as consoling as the spirit's immortality, but it's just as genuine. See Message Box for the rest of my 500th poem Celebration. First, Maestro, an encore of music!

Thanks to Poet Valsa, my Friend who is both a teacher and a writer, I lighted on this 500th poem she has posted in PH, to share with all of us who like to read poetry, especially by people who love literature and its refractions in life's variegated Muses. This poem reminds me of Thomas Gray's famous Elegy in a Country Churchyard.. I like Valsa George's lines on the Sleep of Death as a leveller, and wish she continues to encourage readers to find ideas and impressions with resonance in our modern urban, suburban, new-rich, new-poor lives. Madhavan and Girija

Hi - Dear Valsa, congratulation, for touching the distant milestone of 500 poems. I wish your stride never stops and have more fuel to move ahead and ahead. Here in this poem, you opened the blanket, laid over the the body after death and scripted a detailed analogy with the eyes of a dead man, as experienced. It is excellent and subjective. Thanks for sharing.

Oh Death! You are the mighty leveler of lives With your indiscriminate hands when you strike All differences are ironed out, all distinctions erased Devoid of any rank, here sleep the king and the slave alike Marvelous.You possess a super skill of expression of your thoughts and feelings. Like to congratulate you on your 500 the poem. Full marks for your wonderful write. Thanks so much for sharing. Regards.

Oh! What a great write it is! A true depiction has been drafted on the reality of life and death. So nicely and aptly presented here having excellent collocation. The general truth that reveals in your pen is....I stand with a heavy heart by these moss grown wrecks Thinking I too shall lie here once, devoid of all opulence Leaving all my hard earned possessions behind Without a name, thoroughly forgotten by the populace. So many thanks for this marvellous poem that I like most. .....10

Congratulations dear Valsa! Lucky I am that you invited me to read your 500th poem.Most of your poems are like gems exuding beauty and wisdom.I wonder how you pen these beautiful poems with such ease.Wish your golden pen may ink thousands more poems that would enrich this poetic world.

Thank you and congratulations Valsa for inviting me to read your 500th poem, I'm mesmerized by your attention to details that are caressed by your golden pen that weaves it's magic with the beauty of your words! I love old cemeteries they exude peace and a stillness in the rush of life, reflecting on passed souls that create such a hush, a pause in our daily lives! Best wishes Valsa!

I have enjoyed reading this poem very much. It truly a masterpiece marking your 500th poems! Thanks for sharing, Valsa! May you be blessed!

Valsa, my friend, this is simply wonderful. Thank you for inviting me to read it. And what a marvelous picture you found to go with it! Congratulations on your 500th poem. I'm sure I will never write that many. Old cemeteries fascinate me. Although it's not nearly as good as this one, you might enjoy my poem THE GRAVEYARD. Thanks again for sharing this with us.

This is a really great write. I have observed many cemeteries and often wonder about the calm and stillness of it. Your details of this obviously not so good site to visit is absolutely spellbinding. Congratulations on a job well done.