All Poem by Aparna Chatterjee

All



All their
Contemporaries
Are dying

They are
Crying...

The person
Inside me
Is dying...

Nobody's
Crying...

Why?

'Cause
Nobody
Knows


(Here 'all their' refers to old people)

Wednesday, March 2, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: dying
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