The Last Call Poem by Sudipta Biswas

The Last Call (A Dirge)

The last day my address will be changed
I will reach into an unknown star
You'll come at the Ganga bank to adieu me
At the end of the day I'll whisper -
‘Go back! Go back! '

Homely food, sweet dish
Many a gift, stolen kiss
All remain left.

The summer nights, the sunny days
Beloved child's dreamy face
The sweet home, the sole's cage
All remain left!

But, listen to the whisper of air
Listen to the music of the river
The moonlit night is calling you
The world remains same forever!

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