Art And Culture

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

Sarmistha Dey

Sarmistha Dey is an Indian Diaspora staff reporter at WFY, Bahrain bureau. She is an experienced HR and media professional. She is a poet as well as a singer.

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