Dear Poet Friends, this is an old poem of mine composed in the style of a
dramatic monologue, being an admirer of Robert Browning myself. Hope you
like it. Thanks, - Raj Nandy
AT THE CEMETERY
I came to offer my bouquet of flowers and pray for my father’s
departed soul;
Had he lived on this day, he would have been a hundred years’
old!
But I have watched you all this while my friend, sitting still, all lost
in thought;
Facing that marble grave strewn with flowers, which your grieving
heart had brought.
Fate and destiny we cannot fight, the old must leave with time you
know;
Like the Autumn leaves which gently fall, in the Winter’s breeze both
soft and slow.
Such going and coming is a part of life, do cheer up my friend and
take heart;
Think of your family and life ahead, these passing sorrows do not
last.
You have a wife at home and perhaps children too, who will keep
you happy to forget this loss;
But my consoling words failed to stop his tears, which kept flowing
without a pause!
Who is it you so grieve for my friend, let’s arise and carry on with
life;
But the stranger continued kneeling and softly said, - ‘Sir, it is my
newly wedded wife’!
-Raj Nandy, New Delhi.
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Lovely narrative poem, Raj Nandy! I like that poetic form and make use of it myself.
Thanks my poet friend for your kind comments! Browning's dramatic monologues like ''My Last Duchess'', are very famous.
A poignant narrative with a heart-rending end dear Raj - so good to see you posting on this site - I agree that Browning has left much to admire in his wonderful word-work and thank you for this reminder and tribute
THANKS DEAR FAY! GLAD YOU LIKED IT! -Raj
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