Death Walks On Divine Path
In the maze of forsaken wasteland the tired traveler,
breathless, can’t respond to the summon of unseen caller,
stepping out silently at the fringe of the hazy horizon unclear.
In the twilight hours the distant bell tolls,
he can’t perceive where, but knows who calls,
waits deadened before the ebony curtain finally falls.
The candle has melted fast to the end mark,
the shredded shadows of the frozen feelings lurk
in the inert mind getting starkly petrified in the dark.
Glacial senses feel God’s aura in warmth bestowed,
as He paves within terminal quietude the benevolent road,
and walks providence alongside death to the heavenly abode.
The sound of warm footsteps destiny doesn’t miss,
as the soul is released from the clutch of unfeeling abyss
and fuses with the supreme in the embrace of eternal bliss.
Copyright © Subimal Sinha-Roy | Year Posted 2025
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