Grim Silence
Pravat
Kumar Padhy, India
Deep silence reigned all over and
everything looked standstill. The window curtain swung lazily. Doctor’s
murmuring voice sounded me in fragments with broken phrases. Long before the
tears dried up, gloomy evening entered the window and the lamp of life
gradually darkened.
The long spell of journey, at the end,
marched to the short distance of the nearby cemetery.
dead
of night--
the
owl stares with
dark
moon
Kernelsonline,
Summer 2013 (Haibun Ed. Michael Rehling)
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