The Last Burden on shoulder
.......
A poor man,
Has no one,
On his shoulder,
Carries the corpse,
of his own woman,
No option,
Why to run & pray,
Who listens now a days,
The whole of life passed in carrying the load,
Struggled hard for a piece of bread,
Now when she is dead,
Why feel afraid,
The shoulder was enough to carry the dead,
Why so much of fake concern in the aftermath?
Allow her to sleep in peace post death,
When I do not mind to carry her load,
Who are you to create a fiasco after she is dead?
Will you please leave me alone,
To suffer the bereavement lone,
I need none,
None,
...
(c) Akshaya Kumar Das
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