Epitaph Poem by Sandesh Shinde

Epitaph



Some colored flags have emerged from rooftops.
Some chequered flags are swinging through the twigs.
Some bending towards east.
Some bowing down to west.
Some standing straight upwards.
And there are a few still lying,
Scattered and waiting for their destiny.
Some are symbolized.
Some are scribbled.
Some are both – symbolized and scribbled.
I have to stand under any one of them.
I am compelled.
I need an epitaph.

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