The Last Journey

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They watched him breathe through the night,

No! Not breath, but gasping for it-

His generals and physicians crouched around

Pleading to make him sit.

For once he opened his eyes-

And cast a glance with gleam,

His blue eyes were pale with pain,

Not sparkling they were famous for, but dim!

His breaths were feeble with no locomotion manifest-

He could no longer draw air in,

End was near – so thought all present,

Sound could emit at the drop of a pin.

He winked at one who was closest by,

In a jiffy, had an ear near to his lips,

He muttered something which his general followed-

He watched him keenly as he gave his tips.

The moon came with soothing light

But alas! he wouldn’t open his eyes-

His lieutenants drew further close,

Begging for His blessings in morn’s guise.

Then the end came, came the sarcophagus too.

And the journey to grave left a message grim –

His last wish was to have his palms out;

Showing, even Alexander takes nothing with him.

–by  Dr. Parijat De

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Dr Parijat De is a mining engineer by academic attainment and educational administrator by profession. Nonetheless he has kept alive his fondness for literary activity which has burst forth in this late age of 57. He is now a prolific writer and his creations, much appreciated by people from different stratum of society, border on 3/4 write-ups in a week. His oeuvre contains poems, essays, translations and the like. He writes in simple yet lucid language. Dr De lives with his wife in Kolkata, what was earlier known as Calcutta.

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