Musing 61 Poem by shuvo chakraborty

Why dissuade those who are breath shaking
There will be no ceasefire between dead and living.
If the dead can walk fine upon the rough surface
In foggy night without knee jark our sincere slumber
And dare to trespass the privacy of a friendly dream
To sprinkle the worn memories to vitiate the crucial hours,
Does they deserve any ceremonial mourning tearful
or garlanding the shrouded bosom with higher altitude?
Their every intrudes are not simple home coming
But to account the gratitude forgotten they may demand.