Foregone Poem by Vishorag Shadja

Breeze that would provide,
A bit of unspoken respite.
Brushing the grief aside,
I try to find that light.

Every change in life being,
An enemy to resist.
Without any aim or goal,
Drift away in the abyss.

I have come today,
Death: came and gone
Respects I would pay,
For the foregone.

Like the old tree,
On the lonely hill..
Mounted in a spree,
Is your picture on a sill…

‘Such a kind person she was…'
Says another old woman,
It is one among nature's laws,
That time reaps all and one.

One by one they leave,
The pyre had died down.
But, one thing I believe,
Death was on a rundown.