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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