THE BEREAVED—a sonnet

THE BEREAVED—a sonnet


None can replace the one forever gone;
Photos and letters are no substitute.
To live in past, the bereaved is prone.
To his grief, memories do contribute.

Let him live the old days in solitude;
They give him a solace that none else can.
For him, no philosophic platitude.
The sermons do not help a lonely man.

A word of sympathy, a gesture kind,
A kiss on cheek so gently implanted,
A knowing heart, an understanding mind,
Is all that by a bereaved is wanted.

The kindness that he can be truly shown
Is, ‘leave him with his memories alone’.


M C Gupta
2 September 2008