GRIEF Poem: An Elegy Upon the Death of That Lady OR Elegia in Obitum Dominæ In, by Saheb SK

O Amun I can’t share my sorrows,
For the face that hath golden shine.
That face that became a morrow,
For the world which has sunk in water of Rhine.

My soul can still remember the first visage
Of course that goddess, tough I was astonished,
To read her character from the cage
Of my mind. Her lunacy was the key,

Which caught my feelings for her luve,
I even fathomed that exceptional was her behaviour.
Though I had nothing to do for luve,
Time made us unite for the new journey.

The smile that hath the magnificent Charming
To sooth my heart I felt glory.
To make her the part of my life with a singing,
Of almighty Juno. To me She was the climax of inseparable story.

Every morrow her cacophony welcomed the beginning of my day.
I had a juvenile look from my eagpyrel to her eyes.
She used to engage herself in various childish play.
But Heaven knows why my eyes were on her eyes.

She used to say come Mr. Let’s talk about the land,
Which is free from the hunters of Hephaestus.
Where the will have not been disappeared into the sand,
Of our modern cruel thoughts.

Yes! She was a wacky girl, but what ails?
All are the creations of almighty hands.
But today I am solitary, she has become the sails,
Of the boat of my luve, which is always floating upon the sea,

Of everlasting darkness, which is the companion,
Of my time till the end. Like Ixion to the wheels.
After that no sound will be heard and I will begone,
To the soul who will be mine no separation will be seen.

But till then I shalt have to dwell
For the prayers of the soul
Which will not be wiped out
Time is a healer, though it can’t have bites over the final roll