The Depth of Death
THE DEPTH OF DEATH
In the flowing darkness of liquefied night
I see me sinking with my gasping essence,
your silhouette on shore goes out of sight.
I hear the bell tolls for me faint and distant,
the music on life’s violin stops in an instant
in the time transcending depth of silence.
When my time flows to the still eternal past
invisible cold grip takes away my last breath
from my frigid body waiting to turn to dust
dark air of grave gives divine touch in disguise.
Serenading in infinite solitude my soul will rise
from the fathomless unknown depth of death.
December 31, 2018
Copyright © Subimal Sinha-Roy | Year Posted 2018
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