Nobody is indispensable in this world!
No matter how great the person be,
Or, however great his contribution might be…
From path breaking theories
To metamorphosing inventions;
From fascinating foresights
To forging of arresting ideas;
From intellectual dialogues and a priori axioms
To exotic empirical experimental evidences…
He might have proposed, toyed with,
Experimented, proved, established or embellished.
Nobody is indispensable in this world.
Why, even the Sun, the stars, and the cosmos
And the bournless contours of the universe, that
Diligently run their programmed script
To erupt and extinguish at the ordained hour.
Then, what to speak of a nincompoop man
Being a friend for an infinitesimal second to another?
It’s but one of the many other roles he played.
Like an electron banging on the TV screen
People come in contact,
Flash for a while
And disappear into the black-hole of nothingness
Leaving no trace,
And like a whiff of air,
They dissolve into ether, just as they had surfaced.
Seasons continue to change…
Sun continues to come up and come down
And the wheels of time continue to roll on their eternal journey.
That friend may collect on the memory pane
Like a mote of dust for a while in unattended thoughts,
To be washed out clean
By the drizzle of inevitable daily grind,
Only to reappear in a distant future.
Nothing in this world is indispensable.