one day we die
(In remembrance of Poet T Ancell)
– M Mizanur Raman
“Everyday we live, one day we die.”- Said,
the poet T. Ancell, my friend, in his sick-bed.
That was the last note I took, later he died.
But his bright memoir is still with me laid.
Every night I watch stars where he might ride
an invisible light-horse to see me down the sky.
I, really, loved him so much as I could abide
by his rhymes and never forget him died so shy.
Yes, no poet dies, he, knows it well, often speaks
of eternity where his liquid nature and soul fix.
Dear poet, I heard the calling bell and attended you
remembering a few words I lay herein this view-
“You cannot undo what is done.
You cannot unsay what is said.
You cannot stop yet travel on
or come alive when you are dead.
So make the most of what you’ve got
and don’t regret what you have not.”
(Note: Thomas Ansell, born in London in1907 and died in Dhaka in 1989. He is laid to eternal rest at the Christian Graveyard, Narinda, Dhaka. He dedicated his life as a poet
and journalist in Dhaka, Bangladesh)
