He's Poem by Aparna Chatterjee

He's



He's died
Peacefully
In his sleep.
At least,
Now he'll
Not be
Plagued
By the
Aches
And
Pains
Of his
Diurnal
Ablutions
That didn't
Let him sleep


(dedicated to aged, disabled or chronically ill people for whom life is so much of a burden that even doing their everyday little chores seems to be so painful. Death releases them from their diurnal struggle)

Wednesday, February 25, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: death
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