Last Call

One day I will leave this world

The boundless illusion of the world will be dusted off. 

A well knitted  family is like a toy house.

The game will come to an end  by breaking the rules.

The bond of belonging is an inexhaustible torture.

The space will forget the pain.

Eternal illusion is a constant companion,

I will leave everything in the house of eternity. 

Eternal peace will be called with both hands raised, 

I will respond to that call beyond all illusions, 

there will be no darkness in the heart, 

and the mind will not be dyed in the evening of twilight.

Yet I live in the words of poetry,

May be I will remain in the pages of memory.

….. By Sarmistha Dey