Matte

Today would be the last dawn of  Simon’s matteer

Though his feelings more into this city in which he once belonged to

Today would be the last reckoning as the brightness always fades away

Shall the city what he knows as home waiting for him in impromptu?

 

The remnant of a family, ramshackle rooms and the alluding intensifying memories

All reminds a purity that could happen in future serenity

The windowpanes, curtains, scatter tubs and towels

All are weeping silently and waiting for a sweet calamity

 

Don’t grief said by a bunch of a grief tourist of the walls

As they gather, gathered in a swarm into that last count

The poet Simon looked a far where the lane ended

Thinking of his son and wife as the ticking mounted

 

30th May, 2016

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