The Passing Years - Poem by Ranjini Mohan
The bright afternoon fades into a hazy dusk
like the flame fading into a flicker
only the last leaves of an old tree
flutter unsteadily in the evening breeze.
The lovely songs of the earth float in the air
the purple sky paints lovely shadows
Longing for the yesteryears bloom
plunging one into the reminiscences of the past.
To sleep peacefully forever, deep in the earth
is the longing within the heart
The time flows quiet
taking with it bits of life.
The rosary slips, the cane falls
the flicker dies out into the darkness
slowly silence envelopes the earthly life
bringing with it eternal peace and calm.
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