The Final Knock
Just the Blessed heartbeats
Echoed by the void inside
A black veil of darkness
Impenetrable and foreboding
An ever spreading frost
Of being deserted, alone
Amidst the teeming crowd
No kindred faces
Deafening, drowning silence
Drums on without end
Surrounded by the sea
An unquenched thirst
The head without the crown
The throne without the King
No way out of the labyrinth
No angel to guide the way
The Night draws on endless
No sunrise in sight
Signs visible in darkness
Say the end is near
Each breath slips by
Without fulfilment of resolve
The heart beats slower
The eyes’ glow dimmed
The Final knock on the door
And lo the end has come.
Ambarish Singh Roy
20th September, 2018.
