As Usual

The sun was shining…
The breeze was blowing
As usual

The day was dawning
The dusk was falling…
As usual

The people were brisking
The people were frisking
As usual

You died.
My heart was grieving.
It was Durga Puja.
They were celebrating
As usual

(Dedicated to Steve Jobs. I miss him…)

poem by Aparna Chatterjee
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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