Fun with a departed soul

Fun with a departed soul

P K Routray

Take it as a mortal’s letter but do not bother for us or for your dearest dear

we only look for our comfort and wellbeing as selfish we are sure.

even if your own are bereft of your love and battered by your separation ,

do not swerve having gone close to him as per his desire and direction

Our experience and philosophy will teach us a practical true lesson

as mother snatches poison from her dearest baby even if it cries on.

As in mortal world you always stayed steps ahead of me

for the life after death moving towards ultimate goal ahead also remained thee.

Your earthly accomplishments must have fetched you the august company

or are you now a prize winning baby in mother’s arm acting funny?

Whether God in the super chair have put on your head a prized crown

to handle his utopian projects which his trusted ones have closed down,

Or he might have sent you again to earth for protection of his creation

which is battered and mutilated and on its way to sure destruction

Your soul must be smiling in the heaven in new attire

around you must be vying for you many a fairy or vampire

chewing betel with cigar in hand and with your princely walk

you must have divine companion to discuss and talk

In dream I heard a murmur from your subordinate angels

You are there hardest task master with uninterrupted working spells

You seem to be catching hold of their chiefs at any point of day

and then discuss for hours your plans and chalk out the strategy on the way

Your chariot driver always searches you to trace you as fails his computer,

And he is uncertain of your plan, time and rout in just near future.

We at times get fed up and murmur for your measure of distance and time,

but you proved otherwise as with one jump you reached height sublime.

Author's Comments:
This is a third poem in memory of my friend Sangram with whom I was always having fun. He was a brilliant and acclaimed manager in the company where we both worked. I just remember some fauns at his cost which his departed soul may relish or ha rash me as he was doing when alive. Pray for his soul to rest in peace.