In a Condolence Gathering
Each one cried.
None knew who died.
Aunty!
Some said loudly.
My great-uncle lost,
Said the host;
My son -
A bright sun...
Watched all!
Said: A Fall...!
Birth and death
Depends on the breath
Should one for money mourn?
Born...
Death is a fact known...!
14 December 2022
Copyright © Christuraj Alex | Year Posted 2022
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