He, so helpless on death
He, so fond of dress--
What not and what must he wear,
Alas failed to stress
Till last but one breath of air
That his shroud was far from fair.
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Tanka |22.07.2025| irony, death
Copyright © Aniruddha Pathak | Year Posted 2025
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