Full Stop Poem by BASAB CHAUDHURI
Full Stop
Just minutes ago, he was riding pillion.
Minutes later, he was no more.
Even a sentence is certain of its full stop.
Life is not.
And yet I speak of bright futures,
I ask my students to reach for the sky —
will they believe me now?
The business of living is crowded
with sudden turns —
chance, and only chance.
Even tonight's sunset
leaves behind a question mark.
It is dark now.
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