//Death//

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    //Death//

    Who says that I won’t die?

    Any day a mortuary van 
    can knock the door
     to roll a rumble wrapped with reddened white!

    Can I bet my eternity?
    If they bomb my country,
     my village and my house?
    Only photographs page a history.

    My long traveled friend’s sister
    Gave a ring at mid of the night
    And informed her brother passed away.
    I imagined my picture
    Carried by a few men to an isolation
    And returned to inhabitation 
    Declaring me useless.


    My grand child’s only daughter
    Liked the frame to
    Put her own
    Tore off the picture to 
    waste paper basket.

    I lost the last space.


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    When power leads man towards arrogance, poetry reminds him of his limitations. When power narrows the area of man's concern, poetry reminds him of the richness and diversity of existence. When power corrupts, poetry cleanses.

    John F. Kennedy (1917-1963) Thirty-fifth President of the USA

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