Last Supper Poem by Rajkumar Mukherjee

LAST SUPPER

no one gives company
in the last supper
only priest sips from beaker
lone friends stood quiet
keeping their mouths shut
quietly listen to the hymn of the nuns
cold wind brings solace
to saluting pine trees

nothing remains
like the fallen leaves in winter
time age beauty or treasure
carried away by time-river
still you wish to hold the ground
prejudiced by your prime youth your pride

Rajkumar@Kolkata
05-04-2009