Driven Through The Night Poem by Amar Agarwala

I was driven into a purple twilight,
When dusk reached out to me with something to tell,
In holy echoes sounding like a church bell,
That my destination was engulfed in blight.

A pallid moon dripped moonbeams upon my soul,
And starlight draped me like withered petals dead,
Strange my eyes felt not their luminescence instead,
They seemed to be playing a sentient role.

My carriage shook and horses neighed through the air,
Which caressed my ears and drowned within me,
As if it were murmuring a silent plea,
Nearly sounding as if it were in despair.

I felt not, breathed not and nor could I run,
Cast I was in an invisible prison,
Which fettered me not but held me from within,
Letting gloomy darkness, light and me be one.

Then a voice spoke from the realm of the sky,
Said that my time was done in the mortal zone,
And I ought to let go of my muddied clone,
So I may reach the realm where heavens lie.

It is then I saw myself for the first time,
Lying stiffly in a padded box oblong,
The bier singing a melancholic song,
While I intently harked to its sweetened rhyme.

Till my hearse completed its hallowed journey;
At the sacrosanct gates of a cemetery!
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