Not A Big Deal - Poem by Pradip Chattopadhyay
In death's dulled aftermath
weeps the house
none sees its tears
for the one it held within
for many years
who it nurtured in walled comfort
inducing a sense of permanence
till last night under the stars
came to fetch him the hearse
and he left without caring a fig
in haste for the final benediction
and the burning logs
feigning a peace
as if he wouldn't miss
and not be missed
under the sun
One man less
the house too would heal.
Death is not a big deal.
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