I who went about all my life
in search of light
could witness only the dark veils
that fell off one after other
like flakes of mica;
Could hear only jingling of bangles
came merely to bid farewell
like the gentle breeze;
Looking back, on the path traversed
could read only the unending history
imprinted by tear rivers carrying
handful of scattered floating bright lamps.
Write comment. Such a nice poem, P. K. N. P. Read my poem, Love and Iust. Thanks
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An insightful rendition nicely brought forth with conviction.