![]() A Little LateA Poem by Swagato Saha
Through snowclad woods, the winding walk went;
Past tranquil towns, 'long mystic mountains, Amid foreign fragrances, I catch a homely scent, And a million blurry glimpses, down Memory Lane. The rusty old gates are a mossy moulder, Sheathed in frost, and gathering crawlers. Could ever those cold eyes fail me a warm welcome? For, cloistered, amid heavenly blues, yonder lies Home. They speak of bygones, in wordless whispers; Every crack, every stain, every dusty corner. Walls that would buzz with life and laughter, Now echo of Death and mournful tears... The sands of time have shattered it all, A vile voidance, now stifles the hall. Blissful days, have long faded, into sleepless, numb nights, The wintry warmth, has now diffused, amid dark, sinister skies... 'Neath this facade, still lurks a lad, sobbing between screams, Denied a childhood, he lost a Home, all to fulfill dreams... To him, of all, I have, an apology to make, Perhaps, down Life's Cruel Crossroads, I made a mistake. And now, I must sail, where this river takes me, Down hills, 'long vales, through Doldrums dreary, Dare not I halt, though I am weary, For it's a long way to the Sleepy Sea. A long way to the Sleepy Sea... © 2017 Swagato SahaFeatured Review
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