Tears Of Condolence Poem by Tulsi Shrestha

Tears of Condolence: -
Trying to hear the sound of footsteps
Approaching to door of my sick bed.
Watching with dimmed eyes to see
Images of my fellows whom I love.
What I noticed there is no one to care
And feel me while I am alive, here.
A series of Conversation with Mighty Death
What I realised is real worth of me in World.
Every day I searched meaning of empathy
In Hypocritical pages of man made Dictionary.
No doubt it is fact ,Me..not able to carry
Awards of my Life Achievements with me
Let burn all of them along with my own pyre.
I still expect purfume of my creations
Will createimpulse in hearts of dead world.
Magical miracle involved within moment of
My departure for so-called blue heaven.
Condolence flooded in digital stream
Page of newspapers inked with my image.
Status of everyone else drenched with tears.
Pretty sorry for not being there to respond
For love and affection for me and my poems.
Yet, I am grateful for mystical display of love
That I can't perceive and smell.........
Composed by Tulsi Shrestha
@copyright reserved 2019 January 28.....5.18 pm