Mortality
Here silence reigns supreme all time,
And evening melts away
Into the night in distant sight
From where the locals stay.
The murmur of the grove distracts
My stiff and weary shin,
Yet they move on and trudge along
The dark and shady green.
There oft the sun departs so soon,
He creeps behind the hill,
His lustrous rays no more embrace
The woods with happy zeal.
A flight of birds are yet to steer
Back to their cozy niche,
Their sudden flap aborts the nap
Of a hare against its wish.
A cricket chirped moments ago
But now it drowsed certain,
The graveyard lies beneath the skies
Serene in twilight rain.
An olive spreads its drooping bough
Beside the muddy way
The dew and mist each other kissed,
While on a tuft I lay.
I viewed the farthest rock in mind
As if I dreamt a dream
Of spirits keen on being seen,
As volatile as steam.
I heard a mellow voice at once,
As sweet as a summer song,
It beckons me to the cemetery
I sauntered all along.
Never I felt my limbs so numb,
As though I levitate,
A mastiff howls to the parted souls,
Who love to emanate.
What have I seen, it steeps my mind
With a never-presumed state,
The knights and reverends upward soar
To blame their sorry fate.
Most lonely I assumed myself,
I now see a lonelier face,
Or is my mind of reason blind
That views a captive race?
Tonight I will converse with you,
Upon your flowers I sleep,
The marble frame protects your name,
Where softly I shall weep.
22nd September, 2021
Copyright © Sarban Bhattacharya | Year Posted 2021
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