Elegy: To The Dead Sun Poem by SRIRANJI ARATISANKAR

Elegy: To The Dead Sun

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Let him sleep;
The sky necropolis.
The darkness very deep,
Hush! silence please.

Combustible radiant;
All life feverish,
Malady flamboyant...
only self-sacrifice.

No more morning
let him only sleep;
No more mourning
The darkness very deep

No any star flower;
let rest him in peace,
beyond timeless hour...
The sky necropolis.

Wednesday, August 3, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: death
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