Birth Day writes down the night of the Last Supper.

The Birth Day writes down the night of the 

Last Supper. 

Oh ! My running is now slowing down ;
For yonder I see a lightless world.
A waveless sea of gloom invisible,
And irresistible for me to plunge In.
The worrisome path of life, burdened with
Illusions, my soul finds redemption at last.
Sufferings I love more than the joyous Heaven.
Ask not why, as you know, my sweet heart,
For the whole humanity knows for sure
That the God Himself seeks assuagement
When His loving creature man holds out
His hands for a cup of blood nor of His'
But of his brother for the Last Supper.

Dulal Chandra Bandyopadhyay
December 25, 2o24
Kolkata.