Other Promises - Poem by Ajit Das
The end of the day:
the still moment of hushed silence.
The sun sinks down the fringe
of the rain washed blue,
leaving the soaked green
in a liquid glow.
Another day rolls by
in the evening mist,
mutely reminding the relentless pull
towards the twilight.
When life was speeding, shoving
with a blind frenzy,
a heap of stakes relegated all else
to the periphery.
Now a dead weight squats on me,
yet my uncertain eyes try to hold
the quivering outlines
of another shore.
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