The Tale Of Mortal Present Poem by Kakoli Choudhury

In the grey bylanes of unruly time,
Lies the abode of soothing memoirs.
Blurred episodes of innocence
And the carefree moves of the uncaged birds,
All flies in the glum olden paddy fields,
Segregating the defunct past.
The fading ardour now prods
The wrecked spirit of the virgin days,
The unfilled hairline sarcasms
At the customary yearn for mates
Alarming a lone journey to tomb,
The warping spinal cord blows the trumpet,
Trumpet of the fated end.
Tears scrolling down the wrinkled cheeks
Murmurs the tale of mortal present.
Today she breathes
Amidst blues and glees,
And 'tween nostalgias and coevalities...! ! !