GoodnightA Poem by Swagato Saha
That was all I was to see of you...
Bloody pipes, rusty wires, and a lifeless palour, Had doused the spark, that lit those eyes, I once knew, While you reclined gracefully, in sombre splendour. As your fading heartbeats dwindled, into frailer quivers, And a cold stillness crippled, those once warm fingers, It was then, with much reluctance, we chose to but surrender, Yet, amid all the hysteria, it's your silence that I remember. The Heavens wept, and the night mourned, in subtle morbid despair, The wind howled 'long barren fields, piercing the chill in the air, For once, Home didn't feel so homely, while the hours'd roll, And the halls echoed with repressed screams of our demented souls. We sang of times that have long flown by, Our tears, our fears, sheathed 'neath smiles wry, Some screamed; some mourned, in pensive quiscence, As we whispered farewell to your mortal remains. While you spread your wings, in the eternal sunshine, And soar, far beyond the reach, of futile mortal cries, Past surging clouds, and this vale of tears, into the ethereal bliss, In the Heavenly abode of long lost friends, and sun-kissed, blooming fields. And Time tries to heal my still raw scars, alight with a fiery daze, Subdued, obscured and buried 'neath, this veil of apparent acceptance, While I try to cover up, the voids you left behind, and the inevitable questions; Haunted and skewered by Reality, and Life, in its timeless transience...
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