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Some Of Us Die Alone
Some of us die alone
Like an old hunter in the big city
Some of us die alone
Like a monk with no light
Some of us die alone
Like a clipped bird freed by misdirected kindness
Some of us die alone
Like a new rose in an empty house
Some of us die alone
Like the believer whose faith went out of style
Some of us die alone
Like old women clutching pearls and pills
Some of us die alone
All while we live.
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Written by Shreya Bose
for International Poetry Day
21st of March, 2016
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