When The Breath Would Stop Poem by RAJAT GHOSH

Oneday when the breath would stop
Let the world run like a bird's hop.
No pain would penetrate my soul
I would hear ocean's everlasting howl;

Perhaps I would be at clamouring Dover,
Clashes of pebble-civilization to hear;
Perhaps I would be in grey churchyard
To note sad notes of Nightingale bird.

My melancholy mind would mournfully be mixed
With modern furnace where my journey is fixed;
And then my silenced heart would cry aloud
The joy of heavenly journey amidst the cloud.

And among the stars lines would be engraved,
And my lost soul would once again be enslaved.