The Last Note Poem by Nikhil Santhosh

Oh you ash robes of evil
how dare you cover this spring sky
and spread that unbearable
gloom over this colorful day.

Do, please, not pluck these flowers-
the flowers of joy, pleasure and thrill,
for, they have green covers
yet to bloom upon, in these hills.

These plain meadows of happiness
are for my mind to graze,
then why should you, unscrupulous
storm, destroy its grace?

This earth and its sand
and the blue sky and clear water
these pure dew drops in my hand...
all! I need forever...

Alas! each breath, I have with fear,
of you.. unthinking devil!
your footsteps are hard to bear
for my hearts weak walls...

The chords of sadness
you play on my soul
shall but echo my loneliness...
the sound of a last note in my life's hall...