Reclining in my armchair,
My eyes wandered to the horizon far
And saw darkness invading the Earth
Lost, so lost in the marauding loneliness
I watched the shadows of evening
Thickening around me and spreading a pall
I heard the rustle of wings
In the distant air
Is it a vulture or some other bird of prey?
Hovering over in circling motion?
With talons sharp and a malicious gaze,
To hook me on its piercing claws,
And carry me to destinations unknown?
My thoughts slipped to forgotten graves
Where the dead remain anonymous as dust,
And sleep dreamless through the years,
Where the wind whistles through the heap of bones,
Where the weeds silently shed their tears,
Where silence sits brooding to hatch gloom,
Where inscriptions moulder on the memorial tablets,
Where ivy twines round fallen columns
This is the empire of the forgotten souls!
The dark shadowy palace where all shall enter,
When the curtain falls over our little lives
And the farce of life comes to its close.
This is the only place,
Where one is not entitled to stand in queue
Or vie with one another to overtake.
Here, Death sits on his imperial throne
Mocking at the relics of human glory
Zealous with the task of clearing out the old
To make way for the new
As Time silently turns over its pages
The idols of today upturn the heroes of yesterday
From pedestals of glory to be supplanted,
By the successors of tomorrow.
Here each age is a volume closed down,
To be cast aside and eventually forgotten,
Or locked forever in the annals of history
Reclining in my armchair,
Brooding in gloom,
On this twilight evening,
When shadows lengthen,
And the day darkens,
What made me think of forgotten graves?
Or led me to meditate over fleeting time?
May be the thought of tottering over the brink….!
But pardon me of my selfish craving
Let me stay here a little longer!
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