web analytics

Home » Archives » Currently Reading:

The Vale of Grief

By Rajani Kanth


Evening mist at morn

Why is it dusk at dawn?


The  sun is burning low

The moon has shed its glow


Nature is weary of time

As I with this idle rhyme


An Era is passing on

Ere long will all be gone


None left to witness bear

To wake, wonder, or care

What price that grail of gold?

What now can be bought or sold?


The seas will restless churn

Far forests silent burn


The stars soon fade away

The end of the world is nigh –

Nothing surreal can stay


Save the heart in endless quest

Beyond  requital, or rest

Though wan and woebegone

Will  softly  sojourn on


© R.Kanth 2021


Professor Rajani Kanth, Author of Coda, A Day in the Life, and Expiations, is Trustee of the World Peace Congress

Share Button

Comment on this Article: