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Thursday 20 June 2024

Dwelling in Graveyard

(for Aleksandr Solzhenitsyn)

While she was 
profusely drowning 
the world in tears
within her tidy room,
she could somehow clearly notice,
the flowers outside it
fluttering like stupid flags.

Was Life still there, 
waving?
After all this?
How could it!

As she went outside 
with a firm belief and 
teeming anger
to root them all out,
she found herself providing succour,
helping a kitten, caught under a tin sheet.

While living in the graveyard, as someone puts it,
one cannot weep for everyone.



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