At Last...

at the last breath
fades every memory
we dearly identify with
from the mind
beauty becomes invisible
love floats somewhere
at some distance
even if we were to
cock our ears or
screw our eyes
we fail to catch a sound
or a site much loved
every life simple or happy
controversial or of pain
that has come the same way
goes away the same way...

18jul2010
17.34hrs

poem by Indira Babbellapati
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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