'Death is the question Nature puts continually to Life
and her reminder to it that it has not yet found itself...' - Sri Aurobindo
'When the lover spoke
he left a word behind.
When the lover heard
she missed a word told.
The time passed on...
Now, hear
the death in the air
as the silence falls
on the withering faces.
Closer and closer it's coming,
tuning his footsteps
with those words twain.'
Debabrata Ghosh
23.05.1978
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This is an unpublished poem written by Sri Debabrata Ghosh and
sent to me tonight by his daughter Smt. Deyasini Ghosh.
Barin Chaki
22-06-2009
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