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Theme: Mourning Share This Page
Death of an Expatriate
by Prof. Dr. Anil K. Prasad
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The day was bright
The sun smiled
Through the windows
Of apartments, the doors were
Shut after the exit
Footsteps were heard
Dying on the staircase
Nobody knew, they only guessed
That he had pain in his chaste.

He was found in the void of the staircase
Fallen  while walking down to work
In the morning when the sun smiled
From the peak of the mountain
In a void are sitting together
Are children young and dumb
A wife in mourning  and dumb in blankness
Of an apartment drooping eyes
Measuring the distance between home
And exile which grows beyond
Their imagination and hope;

A chasm of sorrow flows
Watering their dumb and dry eyes
In the hearts embankments
Of patience are demolished,
The bridge collapses
With the fall in the staircase.

The  sun stands, isolated
Hidden  behind a veil of
Rain-clouds  hiding dark rainbows
To strike  through the bows and arrows
Of these dark rainbows

The bright sun does not attract  any longer.
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December 02, 2010
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