No,
It is not at rest
Neither it can be
The silent gripping of unsung thoughts
The howling of thosr unsaid words hidden inside
How can they let it at rest?
Single- handedly, its trying to strive for its breath
A last exasperating breath
In dim extinguishing light of burnt out candle
And dripping liquid from its corner
Like tears from my eyes
Is on its last nerves!
Daily it carries on its sleeves thousands of sins,
With heavy heart, still it moves along
Like ticking of clock
Or sun setting or diving?!?
May be fate is playing its part
Or time slipping quickly through half ended start!
Whatever it is my friend
It is feeling like an end,
And now these alphabets are so contemperary and aloof
Strange, saddened and goof!
Alas, Alas, Alas....
I have no words to end this stance!