His Last Journey Poem by MOLOY BHATTACHARYA

'This is my last journey'
He wrote on a paper
Before leaving his room
To get into the car
Waiting to pick him up
For his treatment to Kolkata.
He willed to eschew doctors,
Amid books and spiritual matter
He devoted his bachelor life,
Uttered mantras, recited Gita
And wore the sacred thread
Like a Hindu Brahmin.
A vegetarian but a foodie
Who chose his life fondly.
An admiring learned man
Who read Telegraph daily,
With knowledge, depth of ocean
In English and Sanskrit.
He studied to treat Homeopathy
And offered medicine free of cost.
A teacher was by profession
In his village High School.
All his earnings he donated
To his poor family relation.
He was a regular smoker
But never did in school hours.
He frequented to holy places
For the thirst of knowledge
Like a religious preacher
He attracted disciples.

But perhaps he sensed his fate
On what he said before journey,
It predicted his last.
He never escaped the scalpel
And rested in peace, peace, peace.