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My late father-in-law wrote heart breaking poems when he experienced grief after death of his second wife. She was very young and beautiful. He felt shattered and spent quite some time in thinking about death. He has expressed very tender feelings for her in these poems and also freely have written about the pain and great loss he was feeling during that period.

I found them during my search for his manuscripts and was moved by his extraordinary soft feelings for his dead wife.
I prepared a blog (http://lovegrief.blogspot.com) and uploaded his poems. I also inserted beautiful pictures I collected from google images.
Today, I am publishing an e-book almost 80 years after death of my second MIL - Sharada.

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The Love's Threat!

The stars have shone
The night is come
All birds are gone
To their own home! 1
The dark thick veil
Of the blind gloom
So tossed by the gale
Yet larger to loom 2
The brook let peals
The jovial strain
That gently steals
My secret pain! 3


The shore is crying
It’s fierce to all
The breeze is singing
On the flowers pale! 4
Oh! How long now
I am yet to wait
If commest thou
Either soon or late! 5


Then all is well
And I am blest
If not then, I tell
In grave, I'll rest! 6

The Denied

Thou hast not known
My heat's distress
In its recess
The seeds are sown
By a winning glance
That thou hast east
To leave me at last
In this lovely trance!
But seeds are grown
In a harvest rich
Angles for which
Will always mourn!
I faint; I languish
Heartless art thou
Be kind but now
And soothe my anguish!
Thou hast not felt
A grief like mine
I hope; I pine
But off have I knelt
Before thee, my joy,
My love my worship
Enough this hardship
Thy slave to annoy!
Nod me thy consent
Grant me my desire
Or in thy Love's fire
The martyr, I am sent!
My ashes will adore
Thy sweet memories
My sweeter worries
And my sweetest sore!

'Keep quiet' She Said

O! Such is her will that I must be calm
And should not speak a word
Her sweet strain alone should now embalm
The air all else be unheard!
A request sweeter to me was not made
Ever since I could hear
Happier words no one has said
My worried heart to cheer!
Oh! Stop my voice, if she has desired
My silence, which she sings







Her childhood's vision I have aspired
Since long for the joy it brings
Like a cloud she wandered with lovely gait
In the heaven o childhoods joy!
A victim now to youth’s new bait
She is loves helpless toy
She brought at my feet her richest treasure
Of all her early dreams
My pain her sorrow, my joy her pleasure
We are not two me seems
She opened my life, like a flower in the woods
Some fairy with a wand unfolds
O'er me her love, like a shadow broods,
My heart in a silk chain holds!
Let her enter the childhood's world again
Youth's joy is never as sweet!
Forever, I am mute if she sings the strain
In silence the gift to greet!

A Poor Beloved!

Whenever I think that thou art mine
A doubt disturbs my belief
In the swo------n of thy love's so lustrous wine
That doubt, a memory brief










A maiden I am so lovely and humble
With none but lover's great treasure
For me, so luckless, the fate may gamble
To go out thy love's rich pleasure!
Love is no barter- I may not give
Even a trifle is return!
Sacred its power, in which I believe
For thee, yet, hence I yearn!







I love to be poor, for richer the love
If not drunken with glory
The poverty is the secret go one
Where loves can never be sorry!
No splendour I need but altered rage
My body, which half conceal
How bashful, I feel, my mind flags
The heart not the breast they reveal!
O! What can I do I am so poor
So loving, so fair, and shy!






But as to thy love I am so sure
Our hearts can none untie!!

My secret song is as yet unsung

My secret song is as yet unsung
My life is also not lived
Thy precious gifts away I have flung
All treasured lie unperceived
My falsehood, joys, and loves deceptive
Have made my life a shame!









What I have lost, can none retrieve
A burden to the earth I am!
So hard a game-I could not gain
The freedom from silken bonds
Deep sunken was I - yet deeper again
Obeying the devils command!








The dungeon I built around my soul
And give it a mortal name
All this was a play- and not my goal
But a sorry joke it became!
The walls I laid can never be broken
Their shadows reaching a far
My truest self now I have forsaken!
Too stiff my chains as are!!
My love the flowers from out this just
I bring to thy worshipped feet
So small so withered and yet thou must
With all thy kindness greet!

"No more"

Ah! There she lays and an everlasting sleep
Has conquered her forever; and for me no more

Will a strain be sung, at which, my heart may leap,
Or which may bathe the world in its gentle shower

That quickness all to life and light and Love
And receives what is dead, depressed or outworn

Enlivening all joys and sorrows that move
Our desires, aspirations; dead, living and unborn

Ah Never- never that strain shall again be heard
And never again that caress, so bashful and so sweet

O' the stars, that have known that embrace and that her word
And have watched in wonder mist, when our lips just meet

Alas! I have opened my arms now in vain
No more that her loveliness and never more that strain