BLACK HOLE
No one knows when you left
Every thing is arranged in its place
As usual half-read book
Left folded on your chest
Last night too we fought about
Next visit to hills or sea-shore
Book a train or hire a car
Decision pending no need to shout
How peaceful the death might be
To those who can leave like this
Hardly any time to remorse
Cry or rather face the pity
In a few moments neighbors throng
Arrange for doc’s certificate, cremation
Then a vacuum like black hole
Rest of the life I have to carry along
Rajkumar@Kolkata
1st April,2009
Rajkumar Mukherjee
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