Ashes To Ashes Dust To Dust

By Jayanta Biswas

The thuds from the fall

of the ripe palms

from the lone tree

by the still pond

overlooking my calm quarter

brings a faint joy

of an unexperienced kind.

Twice or thrice now-a-days

my ears catch the sound

their touching the bare ground--

once caught one such orb's declaration

before its coming to final rest

in the semi-darkness

of the tranquil evening.

With a novel and jerking surprise

it did suddenly remind--

tranquil indeed we all become

sombre, composed and also calm

basking in the old delights

yet, preparing slowly and secretly

for the final and divine call.

By Jayanta Biswas