Sunday Poem By Basudev Paul

Sunday Poem By Basudev Paul

Requiem

Passing moment mows the morsel of memory, pinching every bead of walk! Human creation is a phenomenon, stirs The entire gamut rouses under the sun! Only the deceased can't read his obituary The rest of the remembrance peels off The runlets of sight and sanity dirge it Like the gloaming sunset it goes West! No sound and fury erupts again to strut On the mud-made, frail, failing, memory Relation between the blood doesn't cut It's such a cementing pic that haunts us On the pyer only a blazing optimism dies Only the gen Z hopefully ruminates home.