The soul yearns a dreamless sleep,
To travel a cryptic, obscure journey deep.
Let not that body shroud the soul anymore,
Extricate that frame from the bewildering causes of sore.

O thou merciless life,
Please let the air embrace that deserted corpse,
Let the fatigued body carry those alluring thoughts.

O thee bodies, with a Life,
Fear not for the energy, let them glide.
It's not the soul, that's left to cease,
DEATH, a Dreamless sleep, an Eternal bliss.

-Sayanika Das