Song from Kandy

Name = Nikil
Location = Kandy
Message = Stop all the clocks, cut off the telephone
Prevent the dog from barking with a juicy bone;
Silence the pianos with muffled drum,
Bring out the coffin, let the mourners come.

Let aeroplanes circle, moaning overhead,
Scribbling on the sky the message He Is Dead.
Put crepe bows round the white necks of public doves;
Let traffic policemen wear black cotton gloves.

He was my North, my South, my East and West,
My working week and my Sunday rest.
My noon, my midnight, my talk, my song;
I thought that love would last forever: I was wrong.

The stars are not wanted now; put out every one.
Put out the moon and dismantle the sun;
Pour away the ocean and sweep up the wood,
For nothing now can ever come to any good!
Email = nikilnirvana@yahoo.com