In Absentia Poem by Kishore Kumar Das

I come to your mind
when you are alone
taking a short-break in your routine jobs
and start caressing your face
with the novice ideas of the past
that create a secret smile in you
the atmosphere, still gentle
all your body cells, cool at large
you just get a time slot
to think of me
browsing the reminiscences
your thought may be justified
no harm to the living process!
but whether you think of me or not
nothing matters
no flutter
only time passes
the result of the mental exercise:
everybody be at peace.