The sun had just risen
The morning was fresh after the rain
And I was standing at a hill
Looking down at the civilization
At its clouded horizon
And its grand city
When I heard the noise of machines
The human laborious days had begun.
But I had a different view of life
For I was standing by a tomb
And it belonged to my grandmother
It was her first day at the cemetery
And I thought of life’s meaning
And it had a definite end.
But when I walked down the hill
My point of view changed a bit
For I saw another tomb
With the word newcomer written on it.
Indian Literature Magazine | Sadi Sahar writes on Indian Review. Indian Literature from India and the world over.
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