Shamik Kumar Bose


The Hand Of Death - Poem by Shamik Kumar Bose

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Under this sky
These stars' beneath
One day
We all have to go for a sleep
In such tiredness!
Like a snowy ocean about to freeze inside a North Pole!
This night
This day
O! This light!
These designs for such a life
Can ever we forget?
Under such a sky!

One day
I might had relished the savor of flesh inside sea water
Felt a heart
So deep
Ah! Falling so much in love!
This vigour
O! Relished so much!
Light stroking the edge of a darkness
Passionate whisper of a night may pine
Always! For a day

This visit!
This conscious vigil
Might have I heard
Yet must end
One day!
Waiting only for such a green harvest
Once ripe
This hand of death will be most soothening!
May hold us all in his chest
Like some sleeplorn
Ah! Like a fugitive lovelorn
Inside such a tender whisper!

Then one by one
Cold, yet such a respite!
That time will surely come
Ah! When it may come
That savor may be most relishing!


Shamik Bose 2009 Calcutta

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  • (12/18/2009 4:56:00 PM)


    You can feel the transition of life into death. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Friday, December 18, 2009

Poem Edited: Friday, May 21, 2010


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