THE LAST VOYAGE… / Poem by Asoke Kumar Mitra

 
Poem by Asoke Kumar Mitra
 
 
THE LAST VOYAGE…
 
It was a summer evening as usual
Exhausted, pale eyes, no singing of birds…
 
Softened with tears, you left us saying adieu
A stoic silence, barren land in front
 
You a dead alphabet now, in silence
The fragrance of soft wet mud
 
You are in eternal sleep
What a cursed sleep it was
 
The evening turned into a black stone
You walked away silent in the dark
 
The voyage comes to an end
A whirlwind of sorrows
 
Life’s last summer, Goodbye!
Never to come back as bohemian clouds…
 
There is a death in my family,[ May 11,2022 at 6 pm…]
(C) Asoke Kumar Mitra, May,2022

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