The
wind carrying the resonance of the gong
Ethereal
sound of the conch enveloping
Moving
soul
freed, gently drifts away
The
crying the pain the loss all fading away
Sound
of distant rumble, thunder rolling
monotonous
bang of the pile driver
honking
and the bickering
cremation
workers haggling for a few tenners more
Nothing
can drown out the truth
That
our stories too have an end!
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