A hearty elation sets in <br />At the sight of a terminal sunset <br />That shines like the glaze <br />Of a live-pyre across the river. <br /> <br />I am thrilled all over <br />By the cool breath <br />Of a clear and present ecstasy, <br />Never felt before. <br /> <br />I am hardly curious <br />And never nervous <br />About the temporary flickers <br />Of a cluster of glow-worms <br />Intermittently winking <br />Around the village cemetery. <br /> <br />No more I scream <br />At the sight of a coffin <br />Full of unshed tears <br />And abstract remains <br />Of my premature dreams <br />Awaiting a quite burial. <br /> <br />Through the smoke-curtain <br />Of a leafless autumn twilight <br />I distinctly visualize in the remote sky <br />An orphaned-star <br />Pining for the warmth and security <br />Of a mother’s womb.<br /><br />R.K Das<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/rebirth-71/
