Last moments

a poem by Abraham Oommen

Reverberates the silence deep
Lingers here a spell of death
A train of thoughts flash on
This dreamy screen of mind

One gasps for breath in vain
Shoots out the sinking eyes
Beats the heart the last notes
Farewell with this last glance

Withered leaves flee in frenzy
Lowered the sky its heavy lids
Shiver the fibres land and sea
Hear the torrents rain and storm

Hums the dirge the monstrous wind
Reels down the winding sheet in horizon
Frozen the marrow with ice cold breath
Lingers here the spell of death.