Nothing
>> Monday, December 17, 2007
A PoemNothing is certain,
in this uncertain world.
The number of counts
of one's breath,
The number of flaps
from a bird's wings.
One thing is certain,
many do say,
As whatever takes birth
has to meet death someday,
but, even one's day of death
is uncertain too.
By G.S.Vasukumar


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