After the prolonged living
through hopeless medicinal assurances,
blue silence creeps cold
through the network of veins,
until the last breath blooms unnoticed.

Divine hymns chant peace,
White flakes of heavenly bliss
turns grey, on its way
through layers of faithless surrender
settling old scores with embarrassed God.

Now the last breath breathes a prayer,-
like an extinguished flame - smoky, tearful,
that can be passed through,
but can be held never
in spite of thousand clenches of despair.

The morning star on the upper lipline
of the ageless tomorrow will glow
as a beauty spot, – caressed
and kissed by the lazy dawn,
until the golden-shower tree declares the morn.

© Kakoli Ghosh