by adhip ghosh
Sunday is to-day and she has left all,
Everything seems to crumble and fall,
Life now tastes to all her dear ones as gall,
Time,however,flits and fleets very fast,
It must do so and always till the last-
Man cannot pace with it in his life's race,
Does Man do so in order to keep face?
Does he self-immolate beyond all trace?
Nowhere do we find her despite all try,
Why should bubbling life be empty and dry?
Can't thousand whys,conjoined,make a huge cry?
If given,why should life be taken back?
Why,why should a castle for nothing crack?
Why should all ties be subjected to hack?
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- March 28, 2010 6:00 pm
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