The Afterdusk

Ayda
Luna!
Be her ill-witness for the sweat-clad afterdusk
Remain speechless for the human anguish -
A coarsely-woven dress of illusionary solitude.

She,
Lies naked in an aquatic lament,
On a stained ocean floor,
Caressed by the coral,
Glancing towards a non-existent light
Supposedly streaming through the waters
Too far up ahead...

...too far.

Sipping the surrounding silence
She senses the inevitable.

A dream to be slipped through her fingers.

The Lotus she dropped upon a gentle wave of the Nile,
Shall be carried towards Lethe (for he thought a twist would keep you forever).
...and be moistened with eternal forgetfullness...

The dunes of the White Desert as they move,
Will allow it to turn into a faint memory until...
...The rememberance resides no more.

So be it, maiden!

You know he is already no more.
Let that coral -being taken for granted- go!

Time to drift out into the open sea...

...and so be it!

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  • SAIKAT KUMAR DUTTA4/1/2008

    Very heartfelt poem.

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