Invisible Death Poem by Sudipta Bhattacharyya

Invisible Death.
(Dedicated to my father who just few days ago died)

Spending sleepless night
I only hear the hooting sound
Of owls in the darkest night of
The day, remembering my doleful
Tears, tears that incessantly reminds
Me of the horrible death: I mourn and mourn over my destiny, that snatches
Away my father in moment of time.
I ask my Muse, what life is,
She only answers that appears me void.