The Death Call

It was an untimely call.
He did not have to go so early, some said.
It was an untimely call
to rush with flowers white
sacrificing commitments galore.

No colourful clothes,
a final adieu to the departed soul;
it was untimely to find the best white in the wardrobe.
Diamonds glittering
white silks rustling
they stood beside the dear departed one
in silence;
a thousand worries and a thousand thoughts
consuming their selves all the while.

They do not know
when they would die.
They are not embarrassed for the inconveniences caused.
The selfish ones,
they choose to die, unknowing of an opportune time;
wise perhaps in life
unwise in death.

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About Madhumita Ghosh

Studied at Jadavpur University, Calcutta, India. M.A. M.Phil Ph.D in English. Associate Professor in a degree college affiliated to Calcutta university. Love reading, writing poems and short stories. Translation is another passion Have translated English Romantic poetry to Bengali and Tagore poems to English.

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