Analysis of Echoes of time

Echoes of time
By Abdullah Al Mamun

An old tomb cracked in the middle,
Gradually caving down,
To be devoured by eternity.
The last tear drop of a mourner had dried up a few centuries ago.
The last footsteps of a visitor had fallen silent many generations ago.
The last floral wreath had turned into dust who knows when.
Sadness echoes from soul to soul.
Happiness lives through hearts.
A life comes to an end within a blink of an eye.
Time carves with its chisel,
Moulds,
And remoulds.
Yet inside it is raw
and fresh;
Like a lover’s heart.
Storm came, storm went,
Not once, not twice,
One after the other,
Leaving behind a trail of destruction.
However hard I tried,
The rainbow melted through the fingers.
I sit now, and look behind,
Time and again,
In content and discontent,
In apprehension,
Lest my time comes unexpectedly,
And In silence.