LAST QUESTION
-
Manas Bakshi (India)
What's
there to carry forward
When
this mundane life's proved
Nothing
more than a balance sheet
Of
neither loss nor gain,
When
the world looks dusky
In
melancholic gloom
Spread
over the bed
Hours
before death,
And
there's nothing in possession
Save
a few certificates of merit
And
doctors' prescriptions
Till
nears the inevitable moment to exit?
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