Where stood, once me, my tomb endures
The cost, of triviality, of time
In au revoirs, not lost bonjours
I measure life, its sin, sublime

Every moment, can’t be history
Though a, moving thought, in a, stray recall
In the, echoes of, lost rhapsody
I hear, whispers of, a distant fall!

Who hides, in those, eerie alleys
My dreams, deserted, long ago
Gleaning relics, of lost glories
I see, a lonesome, stray shadow!

To which moment, do I belong
I’m a psalm, of sin, to ever last
Life’s rosary, scattered, all along
In The Nooks And Corners Of The Past!

© 2019 Vikas Chandra