Millennium Thoughts Poem by Jayakrishnan Nair

The evening steps in through my backdoor
Like a visitor carrying dubious intents;
I stand here, in this backyard gazing at the last sun
Snatch away the red urn off the precarious day,
And an age drowns in the tumult of the blood-tinted sea.
While the cold wind bring memories
Of the faded visions of the myriad days
And the smiling faces we had
Before our children migrated into a dark domain,
Another vague morrow is in the making.
In that pale new morn, our sons might greet us with guns,
And the web-mouse might eat up the grains of truth
And our daughters' innocence.
The senile sun is now in the watery grave;
Memories are in a last minute effort
To dive into this bulging darkness
And dig out the fossilized visions;
But even that's beyond one's hope
Because the night is passing soon;
The sounds of its hurried steps dwindle;
I hear the night ravens fly away,
And the crickets fall into silence
Here hopes wither like dry leaves, and decay,
Prophesying another hollow dream.