Sunday, July 5, 2009

DEATH

We do not know
who cares for us
live or dead

nor do we know
our end
now or ever

which meeting with whom
is the last
we do not know

when darkness gushes
in from the breach
sky sinks down

as stranger we come
as stranger
we pass

like withered grass
uncelebrated
unmourned, unknown


--R.K.SINGH

2 comments:

CW said...

The last poem is magnificent. Says it all.

cw hawes

R.K.SINGH said...

Thanks, CW.
R K