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AN ELEGY (on the death of my teacher) With
a hammer
In
an unfamiliar hand And
eyes
That
twinkled All
night long
He
kept wakeful hours Over
the swelling
Steps
of Death. Cries
of blood
In the dark And
Frightful
rumblings Outside The
crouching walls Steeled
his hands
Still
further. But!
When
Death did come He
lay supine
On
his nocturnal bed Like
a demur bride On her nocturnal couch. ~Ravi Dhar~
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