Stupid Mortality Poem by Boudhayan Mukherjee

a bout of sorrow
a long loud call
pulls up a serpentine lane.

we're travelling to a charred destination
quick would be our journey
to the electric-pyre
but it's hard to believe death
when light is alight with life..

when a man dies keeping
an unread book open
an insurance premium unpaid
keeping an easy-armchair empty
he goes off with unglad desires
he goes away with creases on his brow
his suppressed lust whirls around
like a fish in an aquarium.

even if we forget his face
his soul roams around our house
blessing our stupid mortality.