An Ode To Death Poem by Prabir Gayen

On the Death of a warrior
(An ode to death)

You were like a pond in a desert,
You were like a big tree with big shadow,
Your worth is now felt like coldness in summer noon,
You were a twittering forest,
Now silent with nonchalant being.

I saw you with my Clement sense,
A warrior most lonely yet with vigour, most silent yet euphoric Joy, most importantly a fresh mind, a guiding spirit to walk first.

It pains me and I am feeling the waste of time,
Something deep with stinging nettle,
Something beyond mind pour
into my heavy heart,
My limbs are like cut with sharp knife.

may you be not the begotten son of God,
May you be not someone particular,
May you not dismay others by your sudden departure,
I feel your presence in my entire self.

Every death is my death and I bear with each death with dignity,
By degrees I am dying slow death,
In every funeral pyre I am burnt.

You gone like a sudden clash of thunder,
You gone like a sudden change of season,
By your very dropping into infinity
a celebration becomes lamentation,
A gap between spirits will never be bridged.

May your soul rest in peace,
May your soul meet the divine,
May you attain salvation,
The purest form of prayer I Beseech.

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@Prabir Gayen: 14March/2020/8: 30PM.