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DEATH

We do not know
who cares for us
live or dead

nor do we know
our end
now or ever

which meeting with whom


is the last
we do not know

when darkness gushes


in from the breach
sky sinks down

as stranger we come
as stranger
we pass

like withered grass


uncelebrated
unmourned, unknown

--R.K.SINGH

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