SB (23-12-1965 / KOLKATA)

Death Of The Dead

Death in memories
death in dream
death of cherrished
plans
death of desired
stream
death along the fine tuned songs
death along the deeds of our wrongs

Slowly bends our
time
from the morning rhyme
to the bedtime slippers!
and the sleeping pills
of the success drills!

With all the lights
gone off
into the evergreen night!
The dark shades
of our humanity
looms large in spite!

Still dawn sparkles
in a childish smile!
Along the hope of infinite mile..........

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