By Shounak Sinha Ray
I shall leave this world
Like the flickering flame
Of a candle about to lose
Its breath in the darkness
Like the shadow of cloud
On its silent voyage
Over the ocean of light
Like the last blot of ink
On a yellow page that shrouds
The letters of a poem
Like the falling leaf
That whispers to the ground
Its dying wish
Like the last moments
Of a dissolving dream
By Shounak Sinha Ray
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