I mentally wrote an epitaph for myself;
But before I could read it,
My words read my mind,
And flew out to a celestial voyage!
They knew I wouldn't have
Many people to visit my grave
After my death.
The few who would gather there
And, standing in sorrowful gaze,
Offer a prayer,
Would have no time,
To attentively read the epitaph.
The words of my epitaph knew
That I would rather want to live
In some kind and loving hearts,
Which would utter
A word or two in solemn silence,
Quite afar from the grave.
Having read my mind,
The words, arranged in the sequence
As in an epitaph,
Flew out of my mind's cage
In joint collaboration with each other,
And wandered away to the star studded sky.
Dhaka
24 September 2020
Life and death! ! ! Epitaph! With the muse of your mind; Musing along. Thanks for sharing this poem with us.
Celestial Epitaph will read the visitor subconsciously and this subconscious mind of visitor maybe one day will help to know about the poet / writer's whole life and there is the successful of a poet / writer......genius person
Its good. Dont die though. We need more poems from you.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A lovely and interesting work...sometimes human mind thinks this way...it's true...enjoyed very much....