A Small Monument Poem by Sankhajit Bhattacharjee

I hardly watch that small monument-
it arouses silence of sadness in my heart,
my mind cries like a new born baby.

My maternal uncle died at the age of 45.
Though he is not present in flesh and blood,
his name is engraved on it-
the name represents an existence,
that hardly dies, that hardly perishes.
His existence still exists in my subconscious mind.

Though I close my eyes,
so that I can never see that monument,
my mind's eye shows me its image,
as the moon's image is captured by the river bed.