the

(Vidyasagar Setu also known as second Hooghly Bridge, Kolkata)

 

 

The wrinkled flesh shaped by summer, autumn, winter, and rain

speaks of a life consumed by pleasure and pain.

 


A life filled with peals of laughter and seared by sorrowful screams

where tired eyes seek the fulfillment of countless unfulfilled dreams.

 


The heart is growing weak, on the spirit numbness does fall,

the wrinkled flesh is preparing for the final curtain call.

 


Like powerful waves peacefully die after striking the rocks with a roar,

the wrinkled flesh, once roaring, now exhausted, seeks a calm shore.

This is the last bow, the wrinkled flesh has moved beyond pleasure and pain

in some obscure corner of a nameless mind, only a sepia image does remain.