Literary Yard

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By: Ananya S Guha


And I will raise a hundred flowers
For a hundred deaths
And the hunt of life time
The rivers are plenty
Corpses will float
And ghats will mourn
For a hundred burials
And a hundred causes
And a hundred mourners
All of a life time
A hundred children
Will play on sands
Oblivious to a hundred deaths.
A hundred animals will shriek
And applaud these hundred deaths
For a hundred lives,
A hundred years, the fortuitous
will know that life well spent
is a hundred years.
And I will remain silent
For hundred deaths.
And I will celebrate a hundred births
A hundred deaths
There will be hundred mourners
And hundred in celebration
For a hundred lives
A hundred deaths.


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