What haughty air
You stoop a walk
by your subtle decay
O, the knightly crumpled man
Every yarn you weave
Cobbling together
the imperfections of your life
Ultimately –
by being born with milk breath
Toothless; you are
Rattled by death
All life’s long trick; rests
into
A quiet sleep and an infinite dream
Rovering around the hinterland
Another engaging episode in the author’s ongoing voyage across the realm of the existential.
So much thanks dear Sir Louis Kasatkin.
Captivating imagery and insights.
So much thanks dear Sir Vijay Nair Ji.
So beautifully woven..
So much thanks Sarada Ji. Naman
Tapeshwar, well written. We all get tricked into life, when death is slowly nearing. We are so busy living life, that death seems always distant.
Very apt comments. ‘m so humbled. Many thanks Rashmi Ji. Naman
Every man has this stage, yet one pretends to know not about it. The ultimate reach of life is that long rest.