
When the curtain on my life is drawn
Adookorn Auaduma@auadumaadookorn150359
12 days ago
when night fold her huffish curtain
off my remote neighbourhood
and shot the mouth of night owl
monk roasters announce nascence
with clumps of hustlers introducing day
yet; it does not provoke my response
then the curtain on my life is drawn
when petals of flower open their lips
kiss the showers of new born sun
to enliven their lives for sentience
infant dawn clad in dazzling fabrics
of blue-amber, crowned with azure sky
still, it does not entice my fancy
then the curtain on my life is drawn
when zephyr caress genuflect
grasses in frenzy dance at noon day
splurge in the tree, whiz at sea shore
birds copulate soft flower with kisses
a little boy draw a sling, shoot any to death
yet; it does not awake my empathy
then the curtain on my life is drawn
when processions of cloud lead the sun
down her threshold at twilight, universal
mourners sing elegy to her farewell
insects chant requiem in the wood
sing farmers on exhausted path home
still, i do not endorse my presence
then the curtain on my life is drawn
when nature hum sigh of farewell to day
wear the sky in multi-silky garment
soft, dress day in sackcloth of night
moon, the bride wade to ardon night
flex her celestial smile of comfort
yet; it does not endorse my liking
then the curtain on my life is drawn!















































































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