Signature of a Dead Man

Dr Sudhansu Dash

He sleeps the place

All look helpless, humble and egoless

His sacred face is more brighter

Than the transitoriness of my whole life

To me the place is not new

Some justifications

I had with me

Those turning into a handful of ashes

I am painting my own image

Absorbed in myself completely

My nothingness has covered me

From head to tail

Designed with all my futile belongings

All my beliefs turn to be questions

My echo does not return to my empty presence

Still, come here with a hope

To collect the remains of my shadow

And my broken image

Hiding itself behind the mirror

Lest they would reject immortality

After finding themselves alone.