Death Poem by RAJAT GHOSH

O read the first page for the name,
Who gives birth? It's a case of fame;
Who is the father? Let's play a guess game,
O it belongs to some royal publication's frame!

Now let's start reading the book,
From the very first page, beautiful its look;
Uncountable number of letters on white paper
and then words, clause and sentences do chatter;

The small paragraph is followed by another...
They complete a page, and then next page similar;
Here some variety of different pictures and verses,
Variety is the spices of life - some wise man curses!

And then chapter is over, new to commence,
Sometimes, go back to replenish your memory's fence;
To connect the loving present and innocent past...
To travel the long way upto that last mark, do read very fast.

And thus one day the last chapter would come...
O what a knowledge the reader would earn...
Perhaps with sleepy eyes, lying on the bed's hoard
The reader would read the last line and last word...
He would mark the last word, 'DEATH'...!
And then it is only a peaceful deep sleep without breath...!

In morn somebody would take the closed book
And put it into wall almirah or hang it in a hook...

And surely another would borrow...
And he or she also mark the last word with sorrow...

O note again, the last word it's the 'D...E...A...T...H'!