Dr.Ram Mehta Poet Elegy

Elegy To a Family House

Why should I remain a family house
If I am dilapidated, shattered and tattered
In this summer of old age.

Why should I remain a family house
If the house garden bears a barren look
Tearing away its leaves and flowers.

Why should I remain a family house
If the birds do not build their nests
Migrating to some other places.

Why should I remain a family house
If I don’t have to wait for birds’ return
In the lonely colorless evenings.

Why should I remain a family house
If the inhabitants are in the outhouses
Dangling like a jaundiced curtains.

Why should I remain a family house
If I am not cheered by the chirping
And joyful songs of my little birds

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Date 17-1-14
Dr. Ram Mehta
Form: Elegiac Form
Third Place Win
Contest: Loneliness by Frank H.
This is an autobiographical poem. I wrote this poem in the year
2000 when the last of my children left for Canada and USA.

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James Horn February 2, 2014 at 4:52 AM Babies burping should be added and also remove "A" before jaundiced. Other than those two things using some of my vernacular, I think that your poem is spectacular and volume is totally out of sight and now I will have to write morning, noon and night. Jim Horn What is the time difference between here and there?

Karen Ruff January 28, 2014 at 6:43 AM Awe, that's sad. But I know the feeling. I was expressing something similar with my poem "Improvements," the first one I posted on PoetrySoup. I like the alliteration and assonance.

Archana Garg January 19, 2014 at 4:10 AM One can feel the pain of separation in this poem. Thanks for your kind visits to my poems.

Cherl Dunn January 18, 2014 at 7:46 PM A wonderful write with a great message loved it my fellow souper, thank you for the congrads. cheri

Charles Henderson January 18, 2014 at 10:30 AM Yes, Dr. Ram very nice. Some native american lore thinks the trees and other non human things have souls or gods of sorts. They could tap ino their power by prayer and other ritual.

Liam Mcdaid January 18, 2014 at 9:31 AM excellent piece beautifully crafted

Austin Eseke January 18, 2014 at 4:30 AM VERY NICE POEM! thanks for all your visits and hope to see you visit and comment on my new poem crossroads.Thanks and bye for now.

Andrea Dietrich January 18, 2014 at 3:42 AM I love how you were inspired by the empty nest syndrome here. You did a great job with such a poem. Interestingly, that is when MY kids left the house too. right before 2000.