The Truth Poem by ANJANDEV ROY

The old grandfather had died just two months ago,
He was so much dear to us and so much important to us
When he was alive,
But now being dead he lives so far
That we have no time and intention to think about him,
But this is the harsh truth and reality of this world,
Nobody thinks about the dead,
The grandfather is absolutely dead
As if he was never born.
Only the withered garland encompasses his picture on the wall,
Truly he is out of sight forever
And this way he is out of mind forever.