Hearing Whose Footsteps Poem by Amitava Sur

Hearing Whose Footsteps

Rating: 3.8


Again a day is lost in time’s dark cave
Tired sun is tilted and drowning in distant horizon
Slowly within the deeming and red twilight rays.
Dark night engulfs the green earth in it’s claw,
The FINAL DAY is nearer by one more day
For you, for me and everybody on earth.
Sitting by the river bank solitary forlorn
Seeing cows are lazily returning in dusk
The bells, hanging under their necks are chiming
With a mellow and melancholy note,
I could hear them -
Passively declaring the end of another day.
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Amitava (2.10.2015) 5-00pm

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Hearing Whose Footsteps
Sunday, October 4, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: life
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Unwritten Soul 04 October 2015

Beautiful :) ........Another day is a shelter of tomorrow day and tomorrow will blanket the next day, and how the present being covered by past, what we still have is the same body of life just different skin of time, but memories are still be our growing mind

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Tirupathi Chandrupatla 16 October 2015

End of another day as the cattle reach their den. Beautiful poem. Thank you.

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Valsa George 07 October 2015

Yes, the day is closed with the return of cows from grazing, chiming their bells....... the dirge of the dead day! A very sweet write. The images used are arresting! A 10 Amitava!

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Madathil Rajendran Nair 05 October 2015

The passing away of the day beautifully captured in a short poem with an amazing image. Thanks for sharing.

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Kumarmani Mahakul 04 October 2015

Well envisioned. Beautifully penned. Metaphorical write with attractive adjectives like.....Again a day is lost in time’s dark cave Tired sun is tilted and drowning in distant horizon Slowly within the deeming and red twilight rays. Dark night engulfs the green earth in it’s claw, Thanks for sharing such captivating poem., ......10

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Abdulrazak Aralimatti 04 October 2015

Verily, a day gone, a step towards death, whether a year left, or a month or week. A lovely verse, conveying message, Loved reading it.

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