The bells chime,
Your poems rhyme,
But Nature is so regardless.

Humans are varied,
In time duly buried,
Truth nevermore to express.

Let your sight be as stark as the dark.

Our wits and black humour
May befuddle the tumour,
And lengthen the tenure of health.

Love the breaths of the days,
The peace in all the haze,
Calm nights are a practice for death.

Our remainders be a walk in the park!


© Sanjib Basu