Known as homily, the term “eulogy” originates from a Greek word eulogia, which means to praise somebody or something.
Eulogy
Known as homily, the term “eulogy” originates from a Greek word eulogia, which means to praise somebody or something. A eulogy is a literary device that is a laudatory expression in a speech, or a written tribute to a person deceased recently. We can say, it is a commendation or high praise intended to give honour, generally, to a dead family member, or a loved one, or it is a tribute given to a dead person at his/her funeral. Eulogies are also paid as tributes to living persons; for instance, one can dedicate it to his retired colleagues, bosses or employees for winning respectable position and noble deeds. Hence, in general, it is a gesture of honouring somebody.
Alfred Lord Tennyson’s poem “A Farewell” is also a eulogy in which the poet himself says goodbye to nature. He describes this fact beautifully that death is inevitable and nobody can escape it. He says goodbye to trees, seas and rivers and other elements of nature because he will die and will be forgotten except his good deeds but nature will remain the same forever, “A thousand suns will stream on thee
A thousand moons will quiver;
But not by thee my steps shall be
Forever and forever.”
The void
By Ruhama Shahzad
You are a sight so incandescently stunning; in your bearing, in all of your presence-
The radiance of an onyx, the might of Zeus
Why must my attachment astound you, as such?
It has only heightened, not unlike the waxing moon
With each dawning day, I forever find myself in search-
For you, for your warmth
And with each day that sets, I return frost cold-
To my abode, the familiarly (inescapable) void.
Spill
By Faraz Haider
You ask of me to spill what lies in my heart, why don’t I tell it?
A question akin to explaining the universe, how could I tell it?
To answer it as a book, no such paper exists
The ink shall be my blood, non other would do justice to it
When the eyes close in brightdarkness
Dreams of sweet melody, that first glimpse struts through it
Eyes awaken from unconsciousness, bright rays shining on them
A patch for a tear, your musical voice, a thirst calls for it.
Words of gratitude befall my lips for your presence
The lunatic for being so blessed, kneels in praise to it
Fault
Madiha Viquar
“But what is my fault?”
What have I done to you?”
He asks me frustrated.
I wish someone would tell him that
Years of torment,
Decades of torture,
My endless miseries,
His countless tyrannies,
Cannot be explained in one sentence.
Be my poem
By Ibn e Wasim
I demand
That your heart
Leave
Your body,
Your less significant physical being
Right now
And that it join
My dying
Flawed, aimless
Prayers
And embrace
My thoughts
And all my feelings
Of lust
Of solitude
Of oblivion
And I demand
That your soul
May abandon
Your bulk right now
And slowly
Lie down
In the casket of
My poem
For I am already
Short
On words
And breaths.
Sunshine at night
By Samia Balouch
At night where lights are afraid to glow,
where sun never itself tries to show,
when moon appears, all the stars bow,
and the time always seems hard to flow,
All the pain leaves and darkness tends to go,
When the memories of you start to come in a row,
I see the sunshine coming like a flow,
And that’s a beginning of a never ending glow.
Smoke
By Ambar Siddiq
One dark gloomy night,
The smoke from the ashes of my soul
Blended with the cold air,
As I treaded the memory lane,
For every next thing I saw,
Reminded me of you.
