A Day
A day might turn up when water will not wet
and fire wil not burn the wind will not dry
and there will be no sky
Earth and the skies land and water
You and me will merge in a moonless and sunless sea
Call it the dark mass known as Great Attractor?
Call it Death?
Who floats there on the primordial waters
resting
on a raft of a white thousand hooded rattle snake?
Dont you hear it when it is dark and no man there?
poem by Dr. Ramesh Chandra Mukhopadhyaya
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