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

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