Apropos 10 Poem by shuvo chakraborty

Has any ever met with his acquaintances expired earlier after the death?
Are they the same active self transpiring each mind in same language?
Are the hearts ceased open their south ward windows letting the perfumed air
Of heaven? , are the eyes closed forever in mortal life have the grand openings?
Are the minds vacant find any touch stone of lofty contemplations in rest?
What we know not be bothered us no more with concerted speculations,
What can not be perceived should not catch our imagination and mollify us,
Rather prefer to choose the prayers for fulfillment of all earthly desires
And be epicurean in another sense storming the overflowing chest with sharp eyes.
There has been no dungeon or paradise, nor darkness or light celestial afterlife
Nor any assurance for confirmed return to the earth like the epic Phonix or any second coming,
Neither any expectation of dream homecoming from the photo frame and resume the left games,
The incomplete chess board with moves waiting languish forever and begs no favour,
The high sound of waling faints so quickly to the horizon of feeble memory and laughter
Laugh away the remains of dead and necessities like waves wash away the contributions
Not selfless; trifles of universe entice the near and dear for whom they sacrified many
Happy hours; being fizzle out like the babbles in water and drummers pronounce a new day.
Hearts sincere to their jobs whatever are our best homage to God and the garden of Eden
Several born being laden with blooming floras dispatching heavenly joys to the concentrated
Minds; a lonely divinity matches only with our daily reality and it is concentration high
With heart in meditation ever, closed eyes of monks, active hands of workers and studying eyes
Of wise and those who seek pleasures elsewhere are all defeated Trozans of Troy; the very
Nectar of Helen are stored only for those left an indelible mark upon the earth surface
And be commemorated for ages; confound soul being restless forever understanding not
The gravity of human birth like rolling stones gathering no moss and fallen in deepest gorge
Being high and dry and forgotten at earliest by the survivors and condemned for follies.
In roving earth only one thing highly precious and in premium and very few able to purchase
It not by mounting wealth but by simple mind and this is CONCENTRATION eliminating
All our distractions and the supreme meditated light being ignited by the fire of perseverance,
A complete human reborn as our natural birth hardly asserts any proliferation of knowledge worthy,
Therefore all should be travelers only in the kingdom of letters or of laboring assignments
Scaling each saddle to reach the zenith of highest peak, clad with freezing snow experiences
And visions, opinions of thousand years and melting the glaciers by fire warmth of vision.