'Twas a faint night, when two dying
whispers bid their final adieu, near the
revered river.
The whiff of wet earth
mingled with rain filled the air.
OR WAS IT TEARS?
Two procrastinating souls,pretending otherwise.
Two drops of tear on those starched linen sheets
mingled with blood left a damp patch.
OR WAS IT THE BLEEDING HEART?
The change of existence jingled
doubting their presence.
Two voices mingled with
mournful sobs pierced the air.
OR WAS IT A SINGLE ANGRY VOICE?
Two hands of clock ,took solemn delight
of this faint night.
The two trying hard to keep their
'paper boat' life from toppling.
OR WAS IT THE QUAKING EARTH?
The music of the two still goes on..
LUB DUB......
LUB DUB..
LUB DUB......
Long after the harp was silenced...
OR WAS IT THE END OF THEIR TIME?
