When the pain is just a numbness grave

That way the dismally blows steadily from the great blue expanse of the perplexity,

I’ll not meridional to the aloneness
Where the demise of entity

The twilight fade’s
No sorrowing nor any dain

Emptiness passes
Nevertheless, Death Still feel a nagging void inside

In spite of this,
Illustration always bore a heavy burden of grief

The awes of widow
Last recondite night
When Keat’s last poem was shallowed to the pain

Aphrodite’s distress had to do with her barrenness
But Inviroable poetry of love

©Ujjwal Roy