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The Death of Time

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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