Must Write Now Poem by Pradip Chattopadhyay

This one poem must write now
Can’t foretell but see it how
The trolley bearing a sunken frame
Someone whispers some known name.

The lips quiver for all left out
Knows this journey is last no doubt
The game is off time in checkmate
The words hit head on iron gate.

Some whispers breathes too slow
Doctors tell gods only know
Fingers twitch for one last paint
Before goes in smoke to firmament.

What's not seen veiled in dark hue
Are frosted drops that fall like dew
Orphaned born begs for no name
Inked in tears this one last poem.