a poem by Debasis

Ten years down
you thought life is a song
Twenty years down
and perhaps you were wrong
Thirty years passed
and what is left?
Smiles to be smiled
and tears to be wept.

One more day
to the gates of heaven.
One more night
till the clock strikes eleven.
One long road
still to be driven.
One more fight
to get all even.

Fear of the dark
as you lie alone in bed.
Tears of passion
of pain in your head.
Laughter of mirth
that recalls the lost past.
Sadness that engulfs
and crushes all to dust.