The past
Vanishes like the morning dew,
And eyes get wet with tears for
memories that felt good.
The sorrows and the joy ,
In an infinite domain of light and shade
illuminate our short sojourn
Under an unyielding firmness in cold coherence .
The mourners in their turn
Mourn adequately confirming their
bolted sympathy
Life slips in to a saddened graveyard
That sleeps underneath a grove
Murmurs in melancholy
With the passing of the spring wind .
The grave synchronizes
The poor and the rich, the kings and
his subjects
The Leaders and his followers
The Saints and the sages
Irrespective of cast, color and creed
And trap them alike as the witnesses
of time.
Their ruptured trials to attain
immortality
Teach the descendants to live a life
Without of fear and pain
During the sojourn in this mortal
world.
Picture design Anumita Roy
Excellent!