Sunset,
Crimson is the sky,
Twilight creeps,
Dusk crawls across,
Darkness.
Death,
Is it so,
As life ebbs,
Will darkness crawl?
Oblivion.
Dawn,
Fingers of light shoot,
Gently rises the sun,
Dawn rushes in,
Blazing.
Soul,
Free of the body,
Floats free,
Unknown beckons,
Peace?
Day,
A new beginning,
Chaos reigns supreme,
Busy for what?
Clueless.
Life,
A series of steps,
Mundane and exhilarating,
Exhausted, long wait,
Ends.
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Author: pranabaxom
Poetry is my passion. I am not a methodical writer. I have no set topics to write about. What I feel, perceive, think about, I will like to share in this blog. I open my mind to the world. Like the weather, sometimes my poems are cloudy, sometimes stormy. I always like to see sunshine streaming through the leaves of trees, so I hope I can share some of those sunshine with my readers.
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I love the rhythm of this poem, so musical, Pranab. Each stanza almost always begins with a one-syllable word, if not, a short one, and ends the same.
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Appreciate your kind words.
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