DwindleA Poem by nishantshah2381
Underneath these silent nights,
I recline amidst barren barns,
where I only hear the bewilderness
and contorted whims of my frailing mind.
Even the earth now feels my gelid feet
and crescent moon mocking at my lunacy,
now I am not starved for agony,
nor my parched eyes believe in divinity.
my laments are not absovled,
like my augurs of invincible time.
I witness the walls crumbling each hour
and dwarves folied by HIS flawless might.
Even HIS exisitence is now dithered
and soon pall will veil this grim life.
But I am here to cherish my last few hours,
gazing silhouettes fading by midnight.
© 2012 nishantshah2381
Added on February 5, 2012
Last Updated on February 5, 2012
Mumbai, Maharashtra, India