The sun left just now, after a day’s long wait
No one minds, as it’s replaced by artificial light
What a short-lived memory these people have
They survive on the glory of those who strive
Life washes away all the memories
Embedded and left unread in the diaries
Comity a rare gesture of ancient history
Cutting the roots to eat the fruits of the tree
Sooner or later there will be nothing left
Where everyone’s mind has a huge cleft
Nothing to be done after all is cleared away
Ponder too long, got lost after going astray
What if the sun forgets to rise on the Earth?
Light and darkness once pulsated back and forth
Earlier at least its postponing things to the next day
But now no pretext, what is it that anyone has to say?
A blink between the memory and forgetting
Finally, what’s it that’s left for us so abetting?
There is little sense, whether we go or stay
Cipher left to be done when all has gone away