THE LAST SCENE


coloured horizon above

 

The flickering flame of life

burns and remains ablaze

for the profound love discovered

in the last moments of death.

 

graciously felt ,the warmth

of the divine embrace,

the crimson soul dies

to rewrite the past tense.

 

in minutes it renders

noble actions,

creating characters ethereal to play,

hath it sketched the drawing before,

the whole life was there

for him to say!

 

the curtains fall

as the show concludes

a repentance curbs inside,

why doth I waste my life in such a way!

 

Posted on the Facebook page of “Suroor of the Soul”.Visit ,like and share the passion of the soul.

https://www.facebook.com/SurooroftheSoul