Wednesday, 10 September 2014

Poetry 2014 Longlist, Amar Agarwala

EPITAPH WHISPERS
                                       
In a sea of death
This city of stones,
I hold my breath
And hide the bones.


Covered with moss
Salient rows to gaze,
I bemoan the loss
With passing days.

Here time is still
And flowers mourn,
A shadowy drill
Of a glory shorn.

A bygone year
Scrawled upon me,
Is what I wear
In a fervent plea.

This pitied show
To life that plies,
I gesture below
Where history lies.

In silence I weep
As you pass me by,
When life shall seep
With me you will lie.

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