Bereavement
Do not get tired from grief as you are bereaved,
And bereavement is relief as you are bereaved.
Do certainty on the scene of writing, when all is leisure
And certain people believe in their belief as you are bereaved.
Does your mind seem a container of science and sea?
Then let feelings go, let them reside away from the thief as you are bereaved.
Does your partner know why marriage is sacred and solid?
Then see him or her with a measure of truth as the chief as you are bereaved.
May surrendering accomplish the goal of a life-time,
May I wish you all the best with your disbelief as you are bereaved.
Let Time fly, let innocence mend the tattered cloths and dress and uniform,
For when a person dies he or she is abject and very brief, as you are bereaved.
poem by Naveed Akram
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Emotional prostitute
Waited,
For the sabre
To stab my heart.
Waited,
For the familiar, piercing pain
To appear
As you disappear
Again
from my life.
Waited,
For the breathe
To collapse into
Those Silent sobs.
for my lips to part
in that bereaved grin,
eyes stoned,
gleaming,
non emoting.
As you walk away
Again
Ignoring me.
But this time,
This time
Though the sabre
Stabbed the heart
And bled it
Crimson red.
The pain
Did not pain
As I watched you disappear
Again
from my life'
The breath
Did not collapse
Nor did the lips
Part in that bereaved grin
As you walk away
Again
Ignoring me.
No
Love has not died in my heart.
Its still a rainbow
Sharp
Beyond the dark clouds.
Its just that
I now know
An emotional prostitute
To you
I mean
And a prostitute
Knows no pain.
She is not bereaved
Come you or go you,
Again and again and again.
poem by Anjali Kakati
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Death
Nothing Changes For Us,
When Someone Else Dies.
Throughout the World,
At this Point of Time -
A Bereaved One Cries...
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Reflecting the Reality that there may be scores of Deaths taking place at a given point of time around the Globe, but it hardly affects our diurnal routine, except shattering the lives of their near 'n' dear ones who they leave behind.
The Sun, the Moon, the stars and the sky - they all remain the same for us, rising and setting everyday, and our life goes on as usual with our school, office and home routines, except for those bereaved persons mourning the loss of their loved ones - their life catapults them to an entirely new dimension of existence.
Hard to Live on - yet struggling to survive...for the sake of their progeny and dependents.
poem by Aparna Chatterjee
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Bereaved of all, I went abroad
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Bereaved of all, I went abroad—
No less bereaved was I
Upon a New Peninsula—
The Grave preceded me—
Obtained my Lodgings, ere myself—
And when I sought my Bed—
The Grave it was reposed upon
The Pillow for my Head—
I waked to find it first awake—
I rose—It followed me—
I tried to drop it in the Crowd—
To lose it in the Sea—
In Cups of artificial Drowse
To steep its shape away—
The Grave—was finished—but the Spade
Remained in Memory—
poem by Emily Dickinson
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He who doesn't console the bereaved will never be mourned by others.
Laughter would be bereaved if snobbery died.
quote by Peter Ustinov
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Widows are divided into two classes; the bereaved and the relieved.
quote by Victor Robinson
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No matter how painful the loss, the bereaved won't be buried with the corpse.
tsunami anniversary
the monk prays
bereaved family weeps
i try to seek peace
in the calm sea
tanka by John Tiong Chunghoo
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Nature's Fury
Disturbing images,
Ravaged faces.
Pain and grief,
Loss and disbelief.
Hopeless and helpless,
No sense to the madness.
Millions swept
By furious waves.
Ministers flew
To take an aerial view.
And assess
The damage.
And appeal to the nation
To make liberal donations.
To raise funds for relief
Of the bereaved
Which never reach
Those in need.
Greed of man doesn’t lose any opportunity,
To make fortune out of a calamity.
Funds are sabotaged,
These hapless people still have courage,
Out of the rubble they rise bravely
From scratch rebuild their lives stoically.
poem by Mamta Agarwal
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O Velvety Earth
O velvety earth
O symbol of hearth
By just painting thenatography
How come they know thy Worth?
Avuncular, grandpa and such and such
Bereaved in the garb of death
There shall be no agony after me
This wishy-washy stillness has robbed my wealth
poem by Hafiz Qasim
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Violating The Tradition Of The Village
it is the custom of
this village
we have to visit the
dead
console the bereaved
and bring the flowers
and offer the prayers
my wife complains
there are five who are dead now
but i do not really bother
i ask her: when i go there
shall they wake up and
live again?
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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To wane the guilt.
Better, stab on one’s back
Than cheat a faithful one.
Better, kill one while asleep
Than exploit the bereaved.
Anger, show to the strong.
Mercy, show to the weak.
Then the guilt is not built.
24.04.2002, Pakd
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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There can be no Justice
`
Provide us just scales
with which to measure
determine the truth
provide no displeasure
be objective and distant
make sure you're blindfolded
mete out the verdict
swift and without fail.
But for the value of life
remember your own
Each breath you take
opportunities blown
Justice is never served
for the dead remain dead
their chances forfeited
memories defaulted
punitive arrangements
may placate the bereaved
but the dead remain deceased.
`
poem by Frederick Kesner
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A Sweet Haven
Today I'm not in my usual mood
to face things in life as I would...
Sad thoughts of loss of our beloved,
and missing talks of other dearly loved
have inhabited this heart bereaved
as if it all distressed my soul
from the quietness and joy as a whole.
Anyway, this sweet haven I sought
so that hope and peace could be brought.
(May 2010)
poem by Maria C. Costa
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To Epicharmus
Read these lines to Epicharmus. They are Dorian as was he
The sire of Comedy.
Of his proper self bereavèd, Bacchus, unto thee we rear
His brazen image here;
We in Syracuse who sojourn, elsewhere born. Thus much we can
Do for our countryman,
Mindful of the debt we owe him. For, possessing ample store
Of legendary lore,
Many a wholesome word, to pilot youths and maids thro' life, he spake:
We honour him for their sake.
poem by Theocritus
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Lonely is Just One Word
Lonely is just one word chosen to represent so much
To tell of feelings inside that the senses cannot touch
Lonely can be in the teardrops on a bereaved person’s cheek
Lonely can be in the silence of sorrows too deep to speak
Lonely can haunt a deserted room that Laughter once made proud
Lonely surrounds you when you’re alone or finds you in a crowd
Lonely is heard in echoed footsteps of a departing friend
Lonely penetrates the solitude of nights that will not end
Lonely will not listen to the pleadings of a broken heart
Lonely stays and torments until new Love shatters it apart
poem by Mary Havran
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O' Youths
Join your hands; nexuses of a solid chain
Keep your hearts firm and unbroken
Vow to serve the poor and the bereaved
Pledge to protect the infirm and the disabled
Colour and culture land and language
Leader and preacher drug and rage
Dare not shake your notion
Your goal of 'kindness and consideration'
Smiling faces mercy eyes
Words assuasive altruistic service
Sure to bestow on you high values
Cheering your life hued to brilliant morals
O' youths, abide by unity, integrity
A day more is a day dead in life
Be this moment yours for chivalry, charity
Way out violence welcoming beneficence
The best proprieties all time you are
To love and love alone each other
In your holy fraternity of 'kindness and consideration'
poem by Indira Renganathan
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If life is rich or poor
Being amused, being enthused,
Being safe and being at rest
Are the moments of happiness.
Being belied, being bereaved,
Being denied and being anxious
Are the moments of sorrow.
Feeling high, reaching top,
Falling in love and meeting desire
Are the moments of pleasure.
Feeling low, falling deep,
Fearing, wanting and pining
Are the moments of pain.
Their mixture determines
If one’s life is rich or poor,
Though mind can alter the contour
25.12.2007
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Esther, A Sonnet Sequence: II
Yes, who shall tell the value of our tears,
Whether we wept aright or idly grieved?
There is a tragedy in unloved years,
And in those passionate hours by love deceived,
In lips unkissed and hopes too soon bereaved,
And youth's high courage which no strength could save,
And manhood's web of fate by folly weaved,
And grey--haired grief brought down into the grave.
Who shall distinguish truly and be wise
'Twixt grief and grief, 'twixt night and night? The sun
Has its own sorrow and a voice that cries
Louder than darkness of its joys undone,
And pleads with that exceeding bitter cry,
``I have tasted honey, and behold, I die!''
poem by Wilfrid Scawen Blunt
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Alone in …
Alone in sadness;
Alone in grief;
Alone in suffering;
Alone in pain;
Alone in problems;
Alone in strife;
Alone in rejoicings;
Alone in even joy;
Alone in life,
And every achievement;
But in all the solitude,
Just one person is always with us-
The Holy Spirit and the
One, True, Living God!
He consoles the bereaved;
He gives solace to the wounded hearts;
He blesses the lives of all who pray unto Him;
He cares for the homeless and the orphans;
He tends to our every need;
He goads us to do the right things on earth;
He watches us and guides us;
He cautions us when we go astray;
He punishes us if need arises;
He wishes our welfare and that of our soul;
He forsakes not, nor abandons;
He loves each one of us, more than we ever deserve,
He sent His only son, Jesus Christ,
To be born as the ’Lamb of God’ and
To shed blood on the cross;
To emancipate humankind from punishment by hell,
And make fit for a life Everlasting in Heaven,
As any sin is forgiven,
If only we repent.
poem by John Celes
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