Sep 2014
Robbed
Of light and sanity
Recourse
Is dead and buried
The final frailty
The fallen saintly
Your breath is slow and sure
But time reels off on its own
Just another trip around the sun
Just another destiny set in stone
Robbed
From the event horizon
Flung
To the galaxies far
The final mercy
The fallen star
Of light and sanity
Recourse
Is dead and buried
The final frailty
The fallen saintly
Your breath is slow and sure
But time reels off on its own
Just another trip around the sun
Just another destiny set in stone
Robbed
From the event horizon
Flung
To the galaxies far
The final mercy
The fallen star
This is for my dear friend Swagat who passed away yesterday. And all others who mourn him.
He is gone forever. And this poem is for those who survive really. The dead are in a peaceful sleep. We here lament.
This is for remembrance. This is for my sorrow.
Mors certa, hora incerta
He is gone forever. And this poem is for those who survive really. The dead are in a peaceful sleep. We here lament.
This is for remembrance. This is for my sorrow.
Mors certa, hora incerta
