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
