Death, Me Shocked At Poem by Binayakumar Mohanty

He is no more.....
Me, shocked at his death
leaving behind
his widow young and unquenched
children minor
and orphan.

I am shocked,
lament over
his death.

The tender buds in his garden
will stop blooming
emitting fragrance, enchanting.

The streams will be dry
the hour hand will go reverse.

I lament over his death.

The sea will return its blues
to the mountain clouds
the leaves, their greenery
to the sun.

The butterfly will stop
to flutter
pistils of flower
will remain sterile.

Me, shocked at his death,

The moon light will no more
spread its soothing cold
the sun will loss its corona.

Me, shocked.
lament over his death.

But, Me, surprise
nothing like this happen
I lament over.

His widow
young and unquenched
hides her tear
from her school going kids
water the plants in the garden
stand in queue
at the mutton shop.

I lament over his death.
I am shocked
something certain to happen


He is no more.......
He will not be shocked
at my death
lament over
drop tear
on my departure.

I am shocked
at his death so
I lament over.