Poems by
Milton Ghosh

The undone deeds

a poem by Milton Ghosh

Wake up, O Mortal! You are dead.
Time is running and you lie in bed.
You conquered the peaks and the deeps
Yet bowed to the misery and the weeps.
You climbed to victory of every steep
Yet fought wars to reign the weak.
You tamed the nature and strived to be wise
Yet failed to subdue your inner vice.
You build proud towers and monuments high
And also those borders of human sigh.

Wake up, O Human! ‘Tis early to be dead
For you still have miles, to go ahead.