A Note Poem by Hans Raj Sharma

The Sunday
Four O’clock eve
The News
Revealed
Sudden end
Of a youth
An official
In the Project
That spread over
Like a wild fire.

Throughout-
Eyes open
The whole night
Went off
A little slow
Discussing-
Whole sanity
Of the city
Improbabilities
And probabilities
The plight
Of the unripe
Young lover
Going through
His suicide-note:
‘The life lacks
The days…
Apart from
Appears the lot
Dark and grey
Useless then
The over stay.’

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Ludhiana, Punjab, India.