The Party

a poem by Shah C S

The crumpled napkins and empty plates,
half-eaten leftovers and entangled forks,
tin of coke waiting for its turn, and more,
the tell tale sign that the party is over.

The coat that hung in the corner-stand
shifts its locus to the drooping shoulder,
the tie is loosened as the fellow stumbles,
the tell tale sign that the party is over.

The lady has now less concern for her looks,
as weariness sets in her eyes and limbs,
forgetful of with whom she had partnered,
the tell tale sign that the party is over.

My life and yours, invited to this Grand Opera,
a symphony interrupted by a discordant note
as the Last Visitor knocks at the door,
the tell tale sign that the party is over.