Second Coming, Undelivered Poem by BASAB CHAUDHURI

Second Coming, Undelivered

Things fall apart,
The poet was spot on.

Things are falling apart.
Things have fallen apart.
More will be coming.

The Centre
that could not hold
is no longer there.

No one remains
to claim
the missing diary,
its dates half-filled,
its last page waiting.

That is all
for now.

Now.
Now.

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