It was a pompous show,
For everyone should know,
The funeral procession
Of a rich man of the town.
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It was a pompous show, For everyone should know, The funeral procession Of a rich man of the town.... journey is same wheather rich or poor.. heavenly abode for everybody we dream for...... nice poem i appriciate it....10
You have made your re-visit (through this poem) to the not uncommon theme of 'equality in death' very vivid by first describing the pompous funeral ceremony of a rich man and following it up with the strikingly contrasting image of a POOR man's bone welcoming the bone of the newly deceased RICH man to the 'seabed'. I liked the style of your presentation of this poem also.
'Welcome to this silent seabed'! Everything made equal at the end. This is a pearl, hidden in the poemhunter oyster-beds. Congratulations on such excellant work.
From Dust thee were born...And to Dust thy shalt return... And all that is inbetween must be respected & cherished, as it is a Gift like no other.... Solid craftsmanship, here, Raj....Insightful elocution...Mellifluous construction. Another fine penning...You write well, &I will re-visit your jacket of work soon again. ''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''F.j.R.
Death has a million lessons to teach us about life. Well done my friend.