Dead eyes

Why blame the dead eyes now
For being a Caesar at his birth?

Aren’t we all with no headstone,
Our lives not even parenthesis?

Because we are a burning type
Our fires are cremated with us.

(On reading a beautiful poem “Obituary” by A.K.Ramanujan)

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