Arithmetic of life
couldn't be followed.
On river bank of tear
halted the boat.
Our education and
experience proved futile
in the court`.
On the judgement day
so helpless we are
the inscriptions of love
too obscure to decipher,
like a hanging rope
coiled round the neck.
Just a few blinks wait
to bid farewell to all
and trace a new map
when the man
arrives here
to give a signal.
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