Dusmanta Choudhury
At The End
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At the end
the deep dark night died
The dawn
began to laugh
In the far
off horizon
With deep
red lips
At the end ,
appeared the morning
To announce
the birth of a new era
The birds
began to sing
There was
joyance in their songs
The pious
dew drops have washed
All the
leaves and flowers
To make them
worthy enough
To join in
the Ceremony
But beneath
the leaves and flowers
Some winy
tiny dew drops
Have turned
their faces
Into pale
yellow feverish
With much
anguish and despair
They took
heavy & long breaths
There is no
one to listen their cry
Let alone
sense their heart's pain
The sweet
picture in the eastern sky
Was rubbed
without any notice
Perhaps a
place was prepared
To draw a
new variant picture
At the end
the sun grew cooler
In the
western horizon
With deep
red clothes
Perhaps as
the funeral shroud
But what for
all these prepared
None came to
the altar
No ceremony
was observed
At the end
the dark night reigned
