The Last Loneliness

C P Aboobaker

    Alone in the dark of night
    I stand in orchard in my lawn
    A star shines solitary
    Blinking with a secret of heaven

    Angel has left to the skies
    With its colored wings
    Pervading the hearts of men
    Which were filled with a fragrance

    It smells none of earthen flowers
    Nor those of paradise
    It smells none of mountain buds
    Nor those of the rivers

    An island stood above the sea level
    With a coral forest around
    Reefs suffer assaults
    From the deep blue water.

    Mountains join the ocean
    In this tiny island
    Heaped with sumptuous fruits
    And with a grove of trees.

    Afar, comes the ship
    With wingless souls
    The captain has a sinister smile
    In his lips closed and thin.

    
C P Aboobaker - C.P. ABOOBACKER, editor of thanalonline, belongs to Calicut in Kerala. His interests include writing, publishing poems, essays, and many more literary things. Latest writing is about Channels and Globalizations. He is a retired professor of history.

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