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Some Of Us Die Alone

Photography by Laura Makabresku


 

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.

 

Written by Shreya Bose
for International Poetry Day
21st of March, 2016

 

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