In A Cloud Of Smoke Poem by Aniruddha Pathak
In A Cloud Of Smoke
Turning me unto clouds of smoke
You blew me up, a misty cloak.
Like a lamp burning was I bright,
You came, blew my life unto blight.
When came a burst of whimsy breeze
I was brought back— in dust to ease.
Buried in a decorate deck,
My name ah on a marbled plaque,
What if death finds pedestals tall,
You nor love nor life, life to call!
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Musings | 17.02.2019 |
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5/18/2024 9:02:40 PM # 1.0.0.1119
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