A close end

The clock was ticking
It made sound of striking
Both arms moving with long space
Competition to reach out in race

It is closing at last moment
Both arms are struck with no movement
The expiry is over with no sign of revival
It is confirmed there is no more survival

The body is laid for rest
It served till the last with its best
The life span was spread over years
Now no more sound or voice to reach ears

It has no relevance today
Two arms are not crossing the way
They are stuck with as they are
The distance is increased to remain very far

The clock will be thrown and body cremated
The goodness will be remembered and narrated
The nice and noble work to remain in memory
Now there is no concern or worry

poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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