The farewell...

Equations left the ink,
ink evaporated,
paper dried up,
eventually words died..

They were counted,
the dead sum of all,
piled up on one another,
packed appreciably well,
without tears leaking like hell,
Tomorrow's will be a very big sale..

Yet some thing was left over,
A broken mirror,
of an outpouring red!
Is life or death,
the greater ecstasy?

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4 Responses to The farewell...

  1. Life is an accident
    Death is a certainity
    Life has a tenure
    That we perforce endure
    Death is an unalterable end
    That you can never mend
    Life to some may please
    Death to a few would be release

  2. PULKIT says:

    a flawless piece of work :)
    very well penned

  3. Thank you Pulkit & KP Uncle..

  4. deeps says:

    as long as there are tomorrows, the ink bottle cant go dry and words die...

    Maybe life is a conscious stop over…