A Requiem Poem by Sujit Sinha
A Requiem
The immodest stirring in the gut
and the frisky run of the stray cur
the stoic many shaped gravel cuffed on the road
the eager umbrella in hand
They all share common parents
Life is a mere weave in the fabric of the universe
it is a sprinkle over a field of rocks and gases
the spray runs deep in to the field
disappears to splatter again
The wise do not grieve over the dead
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