The only thing I love

is to meditate on death

What is death I know not

But I am sure that it is not as boring

as shopping malls

where poetry is bought and sold

A poet wants to get rid of poetry

and it is possible only when one dies

A world without breath

a landscape without poetry and death

is at hand when you are dying

Oh Death I can see your earlobes

They are as big as footballs

Oh handcome Death your moustache

is bushy and melancholy

Oh death sustainable sadness do I seek

in your yellow arms

Dr. Ramesh Chandra Mukhopadhyaya

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