A Dirge For Transience Poem by Pradip Chattopadhyay

A Dirge For Transience



On a dead dull night
When the moon goes hiding
And the barn owl hoots for its love
The fireflies romance the darkness.
The glowing beads dance to celebrate
The nights of long past buried for good
With the treasures of lost happiness,
Wind sings a dirge for transience.

Thursday, March 29, 2012
Topic(s) of this poem: dance,fireflies,happiness,romance
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