Future Elegy Poem by Deepta Protik Osman

We have to die, have to die
No choice, no choice, no choice.
Have to fly
Someway, lay.
Nothing is done
Someway, not seen.
God is keen
To make us dream
anew.
Life, one dream
Broken to a new dream.
Dream on something, no one know
We have to die to know.
Sweet body, in a feast you’ll lay
When I, forever away.
We’ve to play, until we lay
The laying is our choice.
If want, then go
If not, too go
If die by force, someone will force
To torment us, for the crime,
for a bad time.
If not to lie, He’ll lay
Our body as a feast.
O, miss you, in fear shall live
By something, shall lie.
Shall have to die, in any of every
Shall be the feast, o love, by beasts.
We’ll have to die under God’s something
Something He wants to do.
We have to die, for our action
By God, He’ll check them.
He doesn’t kills, justice and sights
Body, shall vanish in clay, in sights.
Life in death
And body in earth,
Too much mourn, still part.
We’re not made to stay for long,
Made to lay for long
Says God, by His symbolic speech.
He preach
In his symbolic speech:
All day shall lay
someday.
In any end parts
All have to part.
Nothing’s to do, but hope.
We must cope this deadly common sense
Sense comes form common sense.




11/7/09