Before " The End "

By Shrimoyee Kundu

Is it wrong to feel happy and content

To suffice  existing  with  just a little, until the very end

Is there a price to pay for every bliss ? 

Even if, it is as simple as the dawn's kiss;

Am I to regret being joyous for more than a moment 

Without having the debt for happiness, clouding with torment;

Am I allowed to feel alive?

To hear the whistling wind or the bright blue sky -

The majestic eagle up high, 

Claiming the clouds, the sun, with every flight; 

Could we have a moment to ourselves selfishly 

To exist without a goal aimlessly, 

Could being rich, was all along - 

Meant to smile like children, would that be wrong ;

Did all that labour, which was to savour, 

Our time with our family over some tea,

To garden a flower, or perhaps a tree;

Did all that treasure, is now a measure, 

Of all the time that ran, in the hourglass of hopes and sand, 

Now all that's left is an unfulfilled 'forever'

 Amidst  reality's cruel game of chess, 

Must we never let ourselves forget;

That it wasn’t the destiny we anticipate

But the journey, before "The End".

By Shrimoyee Kundu