Foretell Poem by Pradip Chattopadhyay

The house resounds with mirth
There isn’t a nook left unlit
Death celebrated like a birth
Making separation look not un-sweet!

And this is what he had to say
In the style of a prophetic foretell
When I die I’ll be mourned for the day
Next day will be a memory on the wall!

To his credit he spoke what is right
One death is just a person less
He’s gone and not even fortnight
The house is back to beaming face!

It’s the right way to mourn the dead
By those who held him close to heart
Realizing life has to go on instead
Of stopping for the ones death do part!