A Picture In Queue Poem by Gajanan Mishra

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Now, I know,
You are afresh
Dear Malla
Ajambar.
Everything is over.
Life is not
To be misunderstood.
I am just a picture
In queued.
And I have no power
To analyze you.
I am trying to
Find a cure
But failed.
Rise and rise, dear
Beyond any figure.
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One of my best friend,
My well-wisher
Swiped away by Corona
Last night
Putting me in confusion
Bewilderment
And in disillusion.
My high hopes shattered,
On his departure
Begins the collapse of mankind
So to say humanity.
A threat to peace
A threat to friendships
And I hope
Nothing good henceforth.
From today
I wish to continue to
Write poetry, but how!
Ajambar Malla is no more!
No more! !