Is this the end
Ambling by the broken path
Gaze, I did across the rotten wall.
Lay there the man, who had worked,
Hard and fast, not learning the meaning of rest.
Till twilight dawned on him,
Freezing his spirit for eternity
Busy as a bee he had been all his life.
Enjoying his work and loving nothing more.
Stillness, now, reined his grave;
Which lay in shambles, creepers crawling all along.
Mocking they seemed to call out
“We have you in clutches, chained for ever”
For the hundredth time I wondered;
So great a man, Oh! Is this the end.
Try I did to forget this panorama.
But haunted was I day and night
By success and by failure;
By work and by rest. The self same
Question ringing aloud, “Oh! Is this the end.”
But my heart went sullen and cold
Refused, as if to accept this inevitable fate
Yet this day things seem different.
As I watch slowly, the bright rays being
Withdrawn and the dusk setting in.
The rays linger for a while too long,
As they fade back, setting the letters
On the edifice, sparkling and glittering
Oh how bright they glow. Like halo
Did it shine over his grave. This very
Sight set warmth in by dull heart. Instantly,
Did I have it the answer to my riddle.
So badly did I seek. It is no the end,
That does matter but the voyage undertaken.
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