Alas! You are no more...

I am sorry, but let me tell you, anything expressed in words is fake.

But I couldn’t be good enough in anything except shoddy talks

You were never meant for this world, so you are no more.

You felt all thought you are good for what you are

But I tell you, you were felt to be good as you were harmless

I tell you; this is a world of bastards, all around; I am one too

So have been doomed to live, while you are no more.

Trust me; all will forget you sooner after you are dead

That’s for sure; we all had forgotten you even when you were alive

I saw on your recovery bed, you cried for life

Did we know; that would turn into your death bed.

Why to live this life when you been blessed with death, painful though

Didn’t I tell; I am also a bastard alike all living fakes

Sooner I too will forget you and get into my course of living and unliving

Help me not forget you; this is my only cry

I will again embrace life while life can knock me down any time

I couldn’t blame God on your death since He says pain and suffering is inevitable in life

He is bad and harsh; but at least He didn’t lie like us all bastards alive

So I feel that He may have given you what you needed; though not wanted

Shanti! Shanti! Shanti

Life was all about adjustment for you; this is how it's never meant to be

You had to smile and so did you; while it was different deep within

We all have the choice to be angry; but you couldn't

You had to accept all that life thrusted upon you

This place was just not meant for you; let me repeat it again; this is a place of bastards

Where we are all doomed to live, while you have been set free

Everything has been a disappointment for you; could you ever believe that your body would also be one of them

It took just a month for your well treated, nourished, cared body to turn to rotten flesh

And destined for the pyre

Help me not forget these all; that when this body isn’t mine how can I rely on anything else

I saw you in all flesh and blood and subject of experimentation

Alas I can’t now know from you; why you still wanted to be alive

This place was never meant for you; help me not forget you

The way all the impression of those who are no more, are fading away

Save me from shamelessness and again getting into the course of frivolousness

Little do I know that your cry was without tears

But now that when you are gone we all will dedicate some short-lived tearful cries

Shanti! Shanti! Shanti!



Mithu Deb <31-Dec-1974 to 27-Nov-2020>



You sang this on 23-Apr-20 and who knew you would actually mean it.

https://soundcloud.com/birobrata-deb/jodi-tor-daak-shune-keu-na-aase-tabe-ekla-chalo-re



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