The night drinks its last
breath of warmth.
He whistles his best-
some parodies he wishes
to scribble,
but the chill...
It permits him not
to jot down a few lines:
his...
Gifts of heaven fully laden
Lord’s graces in our hearts
Man’s oblivion makes them gone
Forever gone
Let all the boons be given
To enliven
The dead old good spirits...
You cry.You postA photographOn your Whatsapp StatusYou send offA scurry of WhatsappMessagesTo potential mourners.You gloatOn your movability.You writeA cathartic...
