Ajit Das


The Last Leg - Poem by Ajit Das

They say poetry dwells
in the lap of solitude:
a productive loneliness.

The mind is poised to soar
over the edges of clouds
to pour out its pain and joy.

But sequestered moments
tumble into shuffling hours,
and long, weary days drag on.

Like soot-fall the dark descends
on the desolate tract, light yet
glinting at the end of the tunnel.

Topic(s) of this poem: poems


Comments about The Last Leg by Ajit Das

There is no comment submitted by members..



Read this poem in other languages

This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.

I would like to translate this poem »

word flags


Poem Submitted: Sunday, January 31, 2016



[Report Error]