The Eternal Sleep
THE ETERNAL SLEEP
On the meandering course laid on the landscape of life,
journey began with promise to reach the vale of flower.
The voyager chasing remote butterflies in dreaming air
flew elated on the feathered wings of ecstasy awhile.
On the uphill path at the edge of hazy horizon obscure,
tired of futile pursuits I don’t know what lies far beyond.
The dying rays of the departing sun I see in twilight hours,
in my hollow sky a weary bird is keen to fly to its final nest.
The fading stars appear behind the falling curtain of night,
and crossing the clumps of gloomy cloud covering the moon
their distant shimmer descends as the last glimmer of dust.
On the frayed fringe moonbeam dances the dance of death.
The rhythm of this celestial symphony is now rippling in me
as I wait for the final call from the owner of abode of bliss,
where tormented soul will rest in depth of deathless silence
and on the deified lap of death I’ll sleep my eternal sleep.
March 3, 2019
Copyright © Subimal Sinha-Roy | Year Posted 2019
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