shanmugampoem2000
Friday, 14 March 2014
Any absence is substituted.
He so loved his wife in depth
That he couldn’t imagine her death
Or the spectre of its aftermath.
She died. He married another
And held her in the same breadth.
No vacuum goes unfilled
21.10.2000
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