Death, The Flower Of Pain by Ujjal Mandal

Death, The Flower of Pain

One day Death will come, demand
me and all will hand over
 to Death openly.
I shall cry but no ears
to hear my pathetic wail,
no eyes to see my wet eyelids but
the sun will never stop beaming,
the moon will never cease her smile,
flowers will bloom opening their hearts,
the birds will be singing,
the wind will never stop blowing,
the river will never look back,
but ah, only I will not be there!
When I think I am dead, oh
my heart aches!

About The Author

Ujjal Mandal, an emerging poet from Ganguria, West Bengal, India. His works have been published in India & abroad. Some of his poems are appeared in reputed anthologies of poetry like,' Aulos: An Anthology of English Poetry', 'Beyond Corona: The Silver Lining', 'PS: It's Poetry', 'INSULATUS', 'BRIDGE' and others. He studied at the University of Gour Banga in English. He says,"poetry is the eruption of feelings through the geothermal heart".