The darkest hour {Meri uncle ki yaad}

The darkest hour

It took a minute...
Changed to a second...
The last breath,
The final wave goodbye,
A shocking silence...
Reached three hundred sixty degrees on the clock...
The tick and the tock...
Finally, it passed...
The darkest hour.
His eyes blacked out,
His mouth left wide open,
A hazy fog cleared...
There were no more drops of rain,
No longer the days of pain,
The intoxicant you never could abstain...
Time changed...
Finally, it passed...
The darkest hour.
His hands frozen blue,
His body changing colour,
A door shut leads to a door open...
Time stops...
No cloud in the sky,
Rivers stream up high,
No reason to cry...
Your father has called for you,
Seek redemption,
Rest now,
You will not suffer now...
For finally, you have passed...
The darkest hour.



Aman Rattan
July 16, 2006



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