After fifty years

After fifty years
 P K Routray

After fifty years from today

on me, I propose something to say.

Out of fantasy, imagination and scriptural study

I have my own idea on soul, intellect, mind and body.

With due submission to religious believes

soul must be somewhere for sometime after the body, it leaves.

May it wait for a decision till Jesus the divine son is reborn,

or wait it may for doom’s day for its final destination,

may it prepare to get reborn or may be on the way for liberation

it must be somewhere in between in transition.

Intriguing are the theories on the soul after death

All these do not penetrate the skull of this living man nearing his last breath.

Hence here are thoughts on me or my soul after fifty years in my own way

to help me to nourish my soul for something better readers may like to say.

Season I can, my soul which is getting ready to part this worn out body,

to leave the mortal remains without repentance and to fly away with glee.

Somewhere I feel my soul will be there after fifty years

with or without the souls of kith and kin, friends and peers.

Interested I shall be, to come and see my loving house and garden

my son, grandson and their families with prosperity having fun.

The coconut tree, mango tree and apple tree which I have just planted

bearing fruits juicy and ripe cherish I shall to taste them being hungry and jaded.

Shall I repent, I should have added many more plants before hand

how nice it would have been, having fruits in own garden of many a brand.

The house will be having additional floor with extension

and garden of fruits and flowers all-around, it will be unique with renovation

My statue, I shall find in front of my house and also at the entry to town

written on the statue on gold plaques that I was a man with crown.

Everybody will be talking of me and singing in my praise

Even after forty years of my death, at such laurels ego in me will blaze.

But if I get hungry, thirsty and tired, what shall I do?

I cannot speak and have no physique to be seen, also I cannot boo.

Fed up and frustrated will be I if I do not find what I fancy today,

to the servants of my servants and to the weak of the weakest nothing I can say.

It will be painful to come and see the misery or fun

as I shall be nobody then for them, bother will none.

Only I shall sigh of owning everything here once as super master

but after fifty years, here nobody I shall be but ghost only if by chance I will appear.