Death Poem by Ratan Bhattacharjee
Death
When I will die
My memory will disappear
like dunnest smoke in the air
Sorrow does not last
More than a week,
More than a month
At best a year.
What is death?
It is a noose if I am hanged
It is the devouring tongue of fire
If I am on the pyre
It is a mound of grass
if I am buried
It is the fear in
a drowning man
It is the
rotting in prison with sorrow and pain.
It is an unfinished song
An incomplete letter
An already written poem
Which no one can make better.
Thus Spake funereal procedures…in poetic canvas… ‘My memory will disappear’…but astral body will carry every necessary thing [samaskara] to me a break journey have to wait for next poetry to reach the destination…. thanks sharing… Ms. Nivedita UK 10/10 PS I second comments of Poet Deepti n
Death is the Truth..but surprisingly it is not The End... life still persist even when death approches or overpowers.. even then life reappears...
i used to think like this, now it is the other way around. john
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I would like to translate this poem
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4/26/2024 11:44:33 PM # 1.0.0.1119
Superb.........Death in superlative form! The last four lines tell the truth, yes birth & death they are twin brothers.(You too respect the Buddhist philosophy it seems)