And there stopped everything, every roads <br />A ghastly flow of wind, with fiery swords <br />Bloods crawl up, bones heaped over <br />Half of the day gone, clouds began greyer. <br /> <br />Twilight masked above, few stories told <br />The end wafted, all gods are sold <br />A parrot is caged, from the windows horizon bleed <br />All the udders dried, mama make me feed. <br /> <br />The heave is on, grazers munches slowly <br />Amidst the wilderness, everything is only <br />Those early budders, in the quiet garden <br />A whisper is heard, silence crushed all of a sudden. <br /> <br />Feeble souls merry, banquets sprawled out <br />That black sailor, moored his canoe and shout <br />“When sea mingles, horizon shakes a little <br />Every drop spills, every fate becomes brittle.”<br /><br />amitav mazumdar<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-few-ends/
