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This Old Place

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This old placeWhere the river joins the sky

And the lilies grow in whites
Where the masteries of a hand
Created this majestic land

Prolific patterns of destinies
Interwoven to become pristine souls
Till they are despatched to life’s sorrows
A place where the weary feet
Is called to rest in deep sleep
And the mourner’s song is
Heard with beatific smiles

Blinded at birth from the beauty
Of this void of eternal sojourn
Human fear is vivid at the
Mention of this place
Alas! The unquestionable voice
Of the supreme authority resides
In this place
Where even the king in all their fineries
Fly along with the pauper’s miseries

Neither lord nor master to revere
But a pronounced attestation of the
Great one shrouded in splendid glory
Who speaks the reverberating
Command of birth and death

This old place
A passage of human complexities
Where actors retire for the final cast
And silence nourishes the clause of eternity

10 comments
  1. I think this poem speaks of a meeting place where every man is seen to be equal inspite his position,status or any other thing he could be graded by . Talks of point of convergence in life where everything seems to meet i.e ‘a varnishing point’. The river and the sky can only seem to meet but never meeting! This poem is very deep!! Thumbs up to U!

  2. I think this poem speaks of a meeting place where every man is seen to be equal inspite his position,status or any other thing he could be graded by . Talks of point of convergence in life where everything seems to meet i.e ‘a varnishing point’. The river and the sky can only seem to meet but never meeting! This poem is very deep!! Thumbs up to U!

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