MORNING WITH A DIFFERENCE
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Manas
Bakshi (India)
Morning may not always be good
A whirlwind of disastrous darkness
May be its sole identity--
The dead body lying in front
Is my father's,
The shattered bangles grimacing at a fate
My mother's,
I'm unemployed as yet--
Rituals're all religion-centric,
Prayers sound nothing realistic
When a body is donated......
No words of consolation will bring back
Lays of life--
Looking above for an iota
Of faith in God
The last minute's resort;
Looking around for a handful of dust
In reward for a life full of thirst:
An afterthought!
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