The Lost Vanity!

As tall as that tree

She walked 

Majestic!

Her trunk touched

That stars

That bloomed on the acacia…

Her reflection

Revamped that stream

Yes,

She walked…

Majestic!

On this land 

Where lies her body

Abandoned!

That crow plucked out 

Her eyes…

And flew to the distant blue…

I wonder,

She must be observing it!

Vanity…

Is nothing…

If it’s of earth and sky!

And still,

You worry!

This mud was never yours!

And this air 

You never owned!

You touched the sky

And you must touch 

This earth…

The ash shall fly away…

Empty, 

Shall rest your hearth!

Sanjeeta Sharma Pokharel “Hridayaninadini”

Author's Note

Wrote this poem when saw this massive elephant resting dead midst the huge jungle!

Reviews

[TheSweet]

Brings up a very interesting thought upon deceased animals who rot into the ground and fertilize the land - surely the entire ground is owned by the deceased. We owe these creatures so much. Anyway - tangent aside. I loved this poem, it was touching and rang true to a theme that everyone can reflect upon. Thanks for sharing :)

[Sanjeeta Sharma Pokharel "Hridayaninadini"]

Inspired!

[Renée]

Nicely Done! I wish we humans could give back to the earth instead of encapsulating our remains...
what a sweet tribute to a grand creature !

[Kanchan Ojha "Eureka"]

Amazing write Sanjeeta :)

[Sanjeeta Sharma Pokharel "Hridayaninadini"]

:)

[khalid]

nice mind provoking poem. i loved how you have penned this..

[Dayran]

The poem whispers of a person who used to be in conversation with God ... where he consulted her on issues and shared with her his incredible and inexhaustible love for all living things ... that she may weep today for an elephant because she cannot bring herself to weep for him fills this poem with a deep pathos. Well done mother Sanjeeta of Nepal.

[Sanjeeta Sharma Pokharel "Hridayaninadini"]

That makes this soul, inspired!

[Ufi Auttorri ~ Amy C. T..]

I like the poem. I love the author's notes. Together they become more than each alone. They provide an insight into death, life, some things that help define the human condition. A poem (and the poet) both communicate and teach from their experiences, their perspectives and the values that they have learned to accept. These things are not merely adornment but essential elements that contribute, by reflection, to our own existence. Nicely done, Sanjeeta.

[Sanjeeta Sharma Pokharel "Hridayaninadini"]

Thank you. I am inspired always by your review.

[Leslie Philibert]

Sanjeeta has the amazing talent to compress powerful ideas and subtle images into lines of poetry that can be understood and enjoyed by every reader. This is a really fine poem, impressive - congratulations...

[Sanjeeta Sharma Pokharel "Hridayaninadini"]

Thank you Leslie :)