Twilight Beam Poem by Amitava Sur
Twilight Beam
In twilight time, the rays from the dying sun
Are casting their red beam on my face
Making the wrinkles very prominent and surfaced.
The day is ending with falling maple leaves
Being dry and wobbling in evening air.
The gloomy sun dips beneath the horizon
Cautioning me with a message of my end,
Through it's breathing, right on my shoulder
Showing me those wrinkles I gathered on my face,
Through ages whom I kept unnoticed, though!
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Amitava.(20.9.18)
Yes, this poem is truth filled for sure. People tell me all the time that I don't look like I'm 68, they think I am in my 50's - I guess that's a good thing. But when I look into the mirror an old lady is staring back at me. Great poem, Amitava, , can definitely identify with it's essence. Thank you for sharing it, please keep writing here on ph, you have a lot to share with the world. RoseAnn
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5/7/2024 8:26:23 AM # 1.0.0.1119
In twilight time, our shadows lengthen and we can see more than our eyes can see. The wrinkles on our face are witnesses to our wisdom, gained through walking the length and breadth of life. 'The day is ending with falling maple leaves Being dry and wobbling in evening air. The gloomy sun dips beneath the horizon Cautioning me with a message of my end' - beautiful thoughts, poignant though, that make the readers look back at their lives.