Posted by: Ron DuBour | January 22, 2015

Epilogue~by Kanchan Bhattacharya




Where my poems speak
In tired voices
Of longings unfulfilled
Pencil sketches that remain
Unfinished, incomplete
Stories buried in metaphors
And yes, whispers sublime
Tell me to close my eyes
For the final mile-

Change, says Time
For the wind blows harder, harsher
Each day of life gets colder
And aches grow shadows
Roses still fragrant shrivel
On gravestones
And the Muse pales
A tremor in her voice
Of denials

When you know the final gasps
Weave the last wreath
And lay it
On the snow
My last poem must say
Remember me never
But the sea of words
Would bring the salt
Of tears I let go

My epitaph is a rose
Carved into the earth of rhymes
When you recite through the blue skies
And I lie in my shroud of green
The thorns, shimmering sunbeams

© kanchan January 22, 2015

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