The Day Ends Poem by BASAB CHAUDHURI

The day ends —
soon it will be evening.
It slips into night,
night upon night,
layered darkness
until light returns —
tomorrow.

By then
there is no today.

How many todays
have left me?
I never counted.

Each one goes,
placing me
in the uncertain hands
of tomorrow.

How can I be steady
on such vanishing ground?
My afflictions,
my attachments,
even love —
all are carried away.

The day ends.

My eyes remain,
watching
today die.

At dawn
I had loved it.
Each evening
draws the requiem
closer
to my heart.

I mourn.