The joke of tragedy

Smirk was on his face,
when someone joked.
Going to the ill fated land,
or the divine abode!

It is the luck of those who lost lives,
I am like the cat with seven lives.
to conquer me,for even death,is not easy
Do you want to take a challenge with me!

He saw the look of the sturdy flight,
The day was fine and so was light.
He smiled again and clicked a selfie.
Added a note,
,”will be handy,in case you look for me.”

Those left behind could not joke again,
what was left,was only shock and pain.
Some one had left forever,hopefully in oblivion,
So many had left without a good-bye for farthest pavilions.

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About Nalini Srivastava

I am an Indian.I write to let go of myself.It is my catharsis.My biggest inspiration is my son and every passing moment of life.I am a teacher by profession and the way I love to write ,I love to teach.With my one solo poetry book already published "Feminine Musings" hope many more will see the light.

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