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Amar Agarwala

Calcutta

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Calcutta

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Death followed my footsteps softly behind
More invisible than air could be,
I convinced myself like you do so now
Its chasing another but not me.

I hurried on with my pretentious chores
Glancing at gravestones of all those dead,
How gullible was I to think that death
Would find some other not me instead.
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Amar Agarwala

Saturday, January 21, 2017

Topic(s) of this poem: death

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DEATH

Death is ever near life... following its footsteps stealthily, noiselessly but mortals barely fathom it. Even if they did, it is a feeling that death is chasing another and not him/her. So strange, and how gullible can man be. But then this is the greatest truth. We always feel, its going to be someone else, when it could well be our own-self.

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