When one dies
Languages cease
We hear the crickets in the twilight
The audit of miscalculations begin
We set out on a futile journey through hypothetical trails
When one dies
the parallel paths end on the tied toes
words of solace go out of sight and the way looks deserted
at distance the tree tops look like masked time watchers
When one dies
a poem gets deconstructed
a book reaches the reader
an open ended novel gets multiple interpretations
a horoscope loses its business scope
When one dies
a mere bubble gets silently dissolved into a vast lake
When one dies, perhaps,
a turd
by the road goes dry and is lost in the soil. .... by Santhosh Kumar Kana 
3 comments:
It is beautifully written. The way each line is showcased is absolutely brilliant...it is unbelievable how such thought flow into your mind!
"When one dies
a mere bubble gets silently dissolved into a vast lake"
loved the line and poem as a whole..quite precise
This poem has been published in the journal INDIAN REVIEW. January,2013.
http://indianreview.in/when-one-dies-by-santhosh-kumar-kana/
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