The Inevitable


The Last Ride

Lone and with no feelings
One starts the last ride
Among and midst of chorus...
Chorus of wails and anguishes
Of near and dear ones
Along with musical instruments.

Adorned with scarves, flowers,
And filled with audacity
To hear and to feel
Nothing...
Nothing of wails
and pains
Of near and dear ones
one starts the last ride.

And yes,
To see
No charades...
Embarrassing charades
of charades...
one starts the last ride,
ride to mingle
into dust and air.



Poetry by Wangdi Gyalpo
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Written on 2009-06-04 at 07:51

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Eli The PoetBay support member heart!
To ashes perhaps? Thank You, I enjoyed this. ❉
2009-06-05


cordell
THis has a nice feel but in the end I am left wondering what it is actually about. THE end, THE last ride? Overall I like it but I left me wanting more info.
2009-06-04