For My Dad the Undaunted Genius of his Kind
Sreyoshi Sanyal
As I bade him the last farewell
My soul wrenched, heart sank, but I waded onThe unspoken words froze within
Shrouded with limitless pain, unwanted pathos
Treacherously mimicking the overwhelming tears…
Taws sudden, uninvited, unbelievable
Like an undesolving lump in the throat….
Taws a thing of despair!
Life plays on with its scrupulous hands
Shunning the existence of our human persona;
We like puppets trod along its paths of malady.
His music mellows in my ears
Voice echoes with inexhaustible resonance
Yet I long for that one last look, one last sigh!!
Eternity is divine – tis the ultimate reverence – the inevitable
embraced by our formless soul.
Yet the mere existence of being a part of him
Compels a thrust of sadness on his last revelation
The human emotions succeed over the eternal piety.
Though I know the ethereal spirit goes on
Yet the heart shamelessly seeks the form, the persona, the being
And screams the fruitless cries…….
Come back, come back for once, for just one last time…………………………