Poet Soumendra Dutta Bhowmick's one poem

 A FORTUNATE LATE

 

Even not at all death touches the mortal body...

Such pity on me throughout the days!

It’s wonder in a motion study,

Who is the secret benign?

Despite piling of Sins in the Note-Book

Time is flowing smoothly very fine!

Somewhat may be the outcome of honest works

Or somewhat due to a holy touch,

As if death is afraid of coming nearer

Because joy overflows with the doubts much

                Likely may be the weakness

                           Kindling the Lamp,

With this light the river will flow and flow

                 Till the death kisses like the champ.