Shishir Gupta Poet Free verse

Holy Death

Holy man just sat there,
sombre and calm,
not even waiting for the evening alm,
the river by the side,
ran along with no shame,
and nothing to hide,
the umberella tree,
was swaying in the wind free,
the holy man just sat there,
sombre and calm,
not even waiting for the evening alm,
his eyes were shut,
in indescribable emotion,
whether he was thinking or zero,
it was not known,
he had lost track of hours,
and they saw him all along,
they did not near him,
till they were certain,
that he was dead.

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