Poet’s Elegy Poem by Bharat Trivedi

The fluttering leaves
from my life's calendar scatter away
in the tempest of death...
My eyelids droop in eternal peace,
while dreadful dreams arrive from far-away fiery forests
gliding past dark dreary alleys
spiked by countless rows of cold bare pines...
When I breathe my last breath
in the crematorium of my flesh,
my body will burn in eternal fire
perhaps then my soul shall transform
into a beacon offering glowing light
to one and all,
while my near-and-dear ones will shed a silent tear
in lamentation of my untimely departure
to my ultimate abode…
Copyright ©2008 Bharat B. Trivedi