GLOOMY EVENING

Lone was I descending

Through a narrow bumpy steep mountainous suburb lane

On the fringe of the western horizon

Soon the sun was going to bid farewell

Chirping birds seemed hurried to their bough

And I was being more inquisitive

Driven by my own humanity

To take this abandoned path

To pay my spared homage

To my friend’s slumbered wife

Know I not where she is sleeping

But I know nearby old paternal dwelling

Down-down beneath the jagged rocks and mud

In deep, in eternal sleep, must be

I think, I pitied

And I know he will not see me stopping here

To search for, in this gloomy evening

As busy he’s downhill in his cozy fresh home

Deprived she is now

Of physical ailments and mental despair

And is reclining in undying peace

I think, I know,

Concealed she is in white rectangular dome above

Around which red, pink, yellow and white blooms

Roses along with the weeds

Bothers her not anything

Neither torrent rain nor the scorching sun,

A light darkening veil prevents me to go any further

Curious and inquisitive though I to bear

In this darkest evening of the year

Must be I back home to be a rationalist

To accomplish my life’s assigned duties.                                                               

Noel 21/03/2012