The Evening Breeze

Short Notes: This poem specially dedicted to my late great grand mother....

As I felt the evening breeze drifts gently by,
Scarcely stirring the blades of the green,
It lugs a message from the distant lands,
That darkness will descend in a little while,
To cast its spell of shadowy tranquility.
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There is a melody in today's silence,
A low poignant tune of nothingness.
An ache in my heart - dimness of shadows
Dusk enshrouding the soreness within the soul.
Wounded whirling mind haunts this hour.
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I am back to those days gone long back,
When as a child I lay upon my great-grand's lap,
Utterly aloof of the ways of the world,
I tried so hard to grab hold of the wind,
Which stroked me once and then was gone.
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Even now I am playing an identical game,
To touch a chord of the recollections of the past.
History takes wing to reach out to me,
I try to be moved by it, feel it, to be in it again.
But what is once gone has left not to return.
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Catching what went before is so much like,
Arresting the breeze within a baby's fist,
I can barely feel it and handle it with my mind,
Alas! Time once departed is gone forever,
In no way to return ever...!