The End

- P K Vijayan Now, finally, now that it is over

The thinking and the dreaming and the
Clear, high visioning of my world
Now that it lies plucked and dead and alien,
I am restful with my dusty handfuls
Of memorialised lies. Now finally,
I can be without a narrative me,
A vagrant point in a planisphere world,
An amnesiac teller with no more tales.