The guilt ridden steps
slowly approached the burial ground
remorse filled the air
space stiffened with penance

The white daffodils
shrouded the canvas in white
the drizzling rain wiping away
the long treasured writings on those walls

The life long schemes
those unfulfilled dreams
the gorses that lost it flair
the grudges that suddenly disappeared

And all those guarded desires
slowly fainted away
for the cortège last entourage
was on its way

Copyright © Shantanu Baruah

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