After Death

a poem by Sushil Kansal

The matter that is the body
will just change its form

So says the scientist

The loved ones
will miss you badly

So says the world

The world even without you
will go on as usual

So says the philosopher

‘I’ shall no more be
for anyone to touch, see or feel

true!

But the hopes, the aspirations, the dreams
the desires, the anguish, the disturbances
that travelled with me to my grave
will continue to survive
in another sensitive zone-of-consciousness
whom the physical world
will only perceive as a physical being
just as it perceived me.