Immortal Soul. Poem by Sudipta Bhattacharyya

Stumbling on the newly dug
Graveyard, we think now,
What we are!
Are we nothing but a mass of
Flesh and blood, too full
Of trifle things!
Shadows of despondency
Shroud us; the curved moon
And hooting sounds of the
Owls have engulfed
Our eyes and ears;
Hope against hope!
Hope against hope!
For body dies, not soul.
Your illuminated soul
Is irreparable,
Your sacred soul
Is omnipotent.

Staggering under the
Dark gloomy sky,
We recall now your
Refined words of inexplicable
Love, affection and intellectual
Effulgence;
Your abundant presence
We still feel!
Your invisible brightened soul
Is still with us!

For the birds, the sky and even
The Heaven say ' Oh, you have
Lost nothing....you - the
Blessed children of this
Vast glorious buildings '.
And, the children of your
Red buildings see you
In every vibration
Of our premises.
Then comes the thoughts
Profusely, ' What is Life, sir? '
We have been devastated!
We have been orphaned!

Still hope emanates
As if you are endowing
Us with your eternal
Hope against hope!
Hope against hope!
You once mortal,
Now immortal!
And your enlightened presence
We feel through your
Immortal Soul.