Originally Posted by
Hes
All whom I welcome leave without my leave
All whom I welcome leave without my leave,
Just as they come without my invitation
I am not their host so why do I grieve?
Respite from sickness is a mere reprieve,
Death remains the final registration.
All whom I welcome leave without my leave.
While graying hair and shades of old age cleave
To me, those I love abandon station.
I am not their host, so why do I grieve?
Because I wear my heart upon my sleeve,
I stumble, prey to Death's revelation:
All whom I welcome leave without my leave.
A spectator's role I cannot achieve;
My life explodes in participation.
Though I am not their host, must I still grieve?
I writhe in every net that Fate may weave.
Wisdom accepts my human condition.
All whom I welcome leave without my leave;
I am not their host, so why do I grieve?
Debjani Chatterjee