When one dies
Languages cease
We hear the crickets in the twilight
The audit of miscalculations begin
We set out on a futile journey through hypothetical trails
When one dies
the parallel paths end on the tied toes
words of solace go out of sight and the way looks deserted
at distance the tree tops looks like masked time watchers
When one dies
a poem gets deconstructed
a book reaches the reader
an open ended novel gets multiple interpretations
a horoscope loses its business scope
When one dies
a mere bubble gets silently dissolved into a vast lake
When one dies, perhaps,
a turd by the road goes dry and is lost in the soil.
Santhosh is a Teacher in Nepal and hails from Kerala, India. Read Santhosh’s works on Indian Review : Literature Ezine
Santhosh Kumar Kana is a Teacher in Nepal and hails from Kerala, India. Read Santhosh’s writes on Indian Review : Literature Ezine
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