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EMPTINESS
It's all over
Everyone's left
Each his own way.
A forgetful umbrella
A misspelt pair of chappals
Cake boxes minus cakes -··
The whole floor's an ashtray -
Nothing's there in the end
Nothing happens ever -
When the sun retires into the mountains
The dry faded flowers of December trodden
The ants in :the dregs of the tea cup --
Everything's empty a:E'cer a party
Emptiness
To fill the emptiness
You've to rearrange things
Fold up the chairs, shake the table cfoth
Count the cups -
Treading on somebody's dead wristwa;tch
Webting your lips with leftover tea
Dropping a tear or two
You've t:o rearrange things
To fill up the emptiness in every corner.
Eow heartless the guests !
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