Black Hole Poem by Rajkumar Mukherjee

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