Songs That Never Die Poem by shyamashri Ray Karmakar

Songs that never die
Shyamashri Ray Karmakar

The old lady bends
To pick up her child's name
It was tedious last night to chase his dream
Of being a citizen of his own homeland
Now he sleeps
In a mid May blaze
The body rots, young and pale
Dreams elude
Rules change
Power is licensed to kill
An eternal truth
The old lady knows
She bends
Collects her child's remains
Strings them into a song and sings
Awaiting her tears to descend