Still Left... Poem by Saptarshi Bagchi

The last door slammed in the darkness,
The night was darker than blood,
Last glow was put off in the coldness,
The moon got brighter but sad.

Silver salver wasn’t it though;
Still some nights were left…

A horse yelled, a man cried,
Halfway the arrow had stopped,
Painful path to face death later,
Pure but defeated blood hopped

Death wasn’t kind and pleasant;
Still some life was left…

A palace unknown, dark and heaven,
An angel had forgotten its flight,
There she sat, trembling in tears,
Diamonds glittered in neck, tight

She was no more a blissful girl;
Still some eye drops were left…

The hero rode swift, or the horse?
His mind, the happiest on earth,
Not cause he escaped the battle
To get to his sweetie he had dearth.

He didn’t break incongruous promise;
Still some time was left…

Alas! The passion was unknown,
Her skin turned pale, flightless dove!
God took her life with joy
To preserve the moments of love.

Tireless sand didn’t halt from falling;
Still some veracity was left

The stallion did not dare to stop,
Some grasses got wet and warm,
The rider fell with gasp of air,
His eyes wide shut and calm.

The destination seemed no near;
Still some distance was left…

Thus, night ended, sun came up,
Unborn flowers did bloom,
Animal reached the palace doorstep
Ignorant of last night’s Doom.

This old, untold story have no end,
Still some love is left…