A Poem by Debabrata Ghosh

'Death is the question Nature puts continually to Life

and her reminder to it that it has not yet found itself...'
- Sri Aurobindo

'When the lover spoke

he left a word behind.

When the lover heard

she missed a word told.

The time passed on...

Now, hear

the death in the air

as the silence falls

on the withering faces.

Closer and closer it's coming,

tuning his footsteps

with those words twain.'

Debabrata Ghosh 

23.05,1978

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This is an unpublished poem written by Sri Debabrata Ghosh and

sent to me by his daughter.

Barindranath Chaki

22-06-2009