Towards The Sunset Poem by Ruta Mohapatra

Let go, let go, little by little let go
All that is dear and all that is near
All that you cherished and
All that you burnished
Over the long years

Let go, let go, slowly and softly
All the treasured dreams
All the future schemes
Hopes and aspirations
For the carriage is at the door

The carriage that took the others
One after another
As you watched and wondered
How often it has appeared
Throughout this long year

And passed by your door
Towards the far frontier
To return again and again
Giving you time to prepare
For the appointed hour