Stand on the sea shore, thinking of last goodbye
Celebrate the long battle between waves and sands,
Heart bask in the twilight, pours out in the water,
Soak in the unrivalled colour of the vast cloudy sky.
Perhaps still unnerved by the cruel hope and trust,
Birds flying high, the clouds defend themselves,
Escape into my own secluded enclave, struggling,
With the void of the white paper, inkless pen and rust.
Sadness emerges and gives off pain like torn fibres,
So far it acts like an abandoned lamps still burning,
Waiting for the strong breeze to extinguish the flame
And the dark daunting sky with the smudges of stars.
The sharp edges of the cold wind pierce with knife,
Night never gives up in counting empty numbers,
The tall mighty waves drench my trembling feet,
Dead leaves have free fall on the grey wall of the life.
“Last Goodbye” has 16 lines and every single one of them,could quite conceivably serve as ,if not,the opening line then certainly as a second line in on a whole plethora of poems. The merest “highlights” that caught my attention include;”long battle between waves and sands” and “the clouds defend themselves”. The best comparison I can think of in the wake of Last Goodbye is that,in terms of resonating emotional qaulity and depth of perception it would sit comfortably somewhere between Simon & Garfunkel’s “The Boxer” and “Bridge Over Troubled Water”.
Louis- Thanks for your in-depth read and wonderful dissection of the poem. I really appreciate.
“With the void of the white paper, inkless pen and rust”…..quite profound, Gopal.