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
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