The Dirge Poem by Sethulakshmi Menon

The Dirge

The giddy lark forgets everything,
Immersed in the mystic song of sirin, from within,
Slumbered into eternity,
Forever the silence prevails;
The darkness pervades.

Monday, August 12, 2024
Topic(s) of this poem: silence,song
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