
By Ananya Sarkar
THE DEATH OF TIME You mark the death of everything Love, anger, fear, Suffering in its throes… Yet when you die How will we know? For neither the summer breeze Nor the starlit sky Will give way to the fact that you are no more... So when you die How will we know?
Ananya Sarkar is a creative writer from Kolkata. Her work has been published in various ezines. She loves to go on long walks, cloud gaze and ponder upon miracles.
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3 replies on “The Death of Time”
Excellent poetry pointing at the right question after death.
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Excellent! So thoughtful…
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Beautifully written Ananya ♥️
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