Closer and closer it came,
Softly, in padded stealth –
The scythe swished and, one by one,
Down came yet another dear.
How to grieve, when, where,…
Tears course down in unwiped furrows
And in untold concentric sorrows.
I huddled, unsolaced, unreprieved.
Time did not stand still – what cliche-
Seconds turned to minutes, minutes to hours…
Swathes of sorrows unfurled
In the middle of iridiscent life and joys.
Life weaves its pattern;
The warps and wefts, hand moving in and out,
Dances in step with the colors,
Through humanity’s told and untold tales
Of death and griefs
And life’s ephemeral joys.