The night wind chiming ticks of the night

The speedy car rhyming monsoon drops.

Lying in dugged up abyss, I’m waiting

To have the soil over me, (to) sleep soundly.

Your love can rewake the beat stopped

But, don’t think of returning, I disavow you.

I reject all the earthly ties, all hold-backs

’cause death I want to be keeper of the sins

Of yours, all your misdeeds, all your deeds.

Smile as you’re smiling; keep on smiling

Someone, everyone, grasp the wet soil

And sprinkle on me, choke me.

Someone, everyone, pyre my writings

Sing a song of Tagore monsoon merry.

Don’t you dare to come in front of me

Don’t you dare to drop a tear in apology.

What all are you looking at; come on hurry,

Do not keep the vigil long for the await.


22 responses to “Conclusion”

  1. The ultimate truth beautifully penned!


    1. Maybe…perhaps…written being disturbed at core of the soul…

      Liked by 1 person

  2. Heart should melt after reading this…if still not then it is steel heart!


  3. Well put together ! 🙂


    1. Thank you for stopping by and reading & reviewing my poem…keep visiting…

      Liked by 1 person

  4. Powerful and well crafted.

    Liked by 2 people

    1. H’m…wanted to write something else…but thoughts tricked…thanks…


      1. Nothing can defeat our thoughts!


        1. Yup…agree with you…


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