Musing 96 Poem by shuvo chakraborty

We shall not diagnose the dead
But the disease virulent within
Nor we call back them from heaven or hell
For the dues left to be repaid actual.
Those are chastised by fire or by water
Are not medicated proper in survival
As they departed in silence of mourning
Affording us not to rope in medics competent
To cure the mind diseased in utter disorders
Which the only gifts being bequeathed for generations living.