(From my poetry Collection 'Signatures')
You
you know
nothing seriously
of death
until your
father dies
slowly and
before your eyes
awfully expressing
the flutter of
breath
and suffocative
dearth
and later when your
mother dies;
dying day
after day
even then
you know
nothing
you continue
living ;
knowing
nothing
Vaiyavan
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