Enter Oblivion

when the day has gone past the red sun to its dark home

when there is no one around and when the birds have flown

the jobs are done and the tasks are over for now

in the silence in my home instead of how

I wait for the incoming dawns

the fake smiles and the genuine frowns

and the ebbs and flows of the life time song

of the rights and the wrongs

in the fire sale how we gave the store away

when dark knights limped the white clowns play

for this I write when I surrounded by light

for this you read when you balance your greed and need

this poem shall end the song shall fade

we will go on to whistle one more tune

in this autumn of falling leaves

the hiatus between my December and your june



Author: Ajay Ohri


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