trying to savour,
the moments
of the waning light'
before season of life
slips by.
trying to pick up
pebbles of joy,
seems far away now!
collected they are
a life time.
scattered they are
milestones,
signed by divine.
trying to find,
the demure moon,
in moonless night.
immagining beams,
scattered, onroof tops,
and windows
to light my face,
with shafts of white.
trying to breathe,
scented fragrance
of delicate sweetpeas,
before the fragrance is lost
to the drone of bees.
one last time,
trying to feel
on my face,
the early morning breeze,
that touches,
the green leaves
unfurls!
giving vitality to survive,
yet i wonder,
why not me? ?
ritty patnaik
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/one-last-time-25/
