The Day We Died

                                                                                                                                                                       The Day We Died                                                                                                                                                             -Samyamoy Sen Gupta-    
Long ago

We made friendship with a bird  
After  a day’s hunting,
we used to sleep in our caves, 
Morning used to step in,
on the wings of the bird 
singing songs of Life .  

In far future

We will make friendship with a man  
After a day’s hunting, 
We will hunt in our dreams.  
Night will remain 
in our warm soul 
singing songs of Demise. 
“Do you know when we died ?
We Died In Between !”.  



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