Sonnet Iii Poem by Srabon Debnath

If I die today, if asks the Supreme God,
What have you done in all these living years?
I would simply answer with a nod.
I have learned to tell the tale of my days.

Every time I told, it just got better.
Every page of my story I have read.
I have not left a page as a reader.
I have read and unread, read and unread.

I've tried every way to fit into the puzzle.
Now that I know that I am so unrest,
That reminds me of a missing piece.
From the puzzle, the missing piece isn't left
But in me and that piece is peace.
OM shanti (peace) , Om shanti, OM shanti.