When I Stop Writing

The day I stop writing to you
be sure , I am dead;
then you may, at my funeral
set  fire  on my pyre,
 hand-to- hand
with my assassins  !

Free yourself of all
the confusions, the botheration
and the senseless writings.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2019



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