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The Waiting

Every morning I flip through the papers to see
A familiar obituary.
Is it a friend who I cannot defend,
Or is it the black fire-spewing dragon's,
For getting there before me.
Anyway, sooner or later someone must die,
As I wait my turn patiently.


More By  :  Saurbh Dasgupta

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