Some
three
decades ago..
Man disowned, or soul migrated,
this lifeless
lying inside
the box
the garlanded, scented,
a short
time preservative
for the long lived, a
tenure
ordained, now
closes:
Coffin embraces, this body
Just, bereaved, in the bereaved
House, where
the word Death
has resounded
every
corner:
He is
now insensitive to the
Coffee aroma,
likes and disputes:
His flat self
consoles all around,
Preparing
them for the voyage
Of which we do not
know the
Destination and
time of
Disembarkation. This
so called
Death gives
a quirky smile.
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