POESY: 6 AUGUST, 1958 (THE FIRST TWO LINES WERE COMPÒSED THIS DAWN IN A DREAM---AND THEN ON WAKING UP)

6 AUGUST, 1958 (THE FIRST TWO LINES WERE COMPÒSED THIS DAWN IN A DREAM---AND THEN ON WAKING UP)

My son died the other day

And died with it my hopes,

Died with it my dreams.

And yet the shadows lengthened,

Yet life lingered on

Till in mellow eve at cowdust hour

Or deeper in the night perhaps

I hope to see his morning face

In distant dreams,

In some stellar beams,

Up somewhere in the heavens above

Or deep down in my heart.

My dawn broke,

It broke me apart.

But now we three will fuse again

Souls suffused with early love ❤️

To once more be whole.

Composed by Sugata Bose

Dated: 25 March, 2023