The calm of the morn got disturbed
The back yard echoes with a sound
tumultuous and jarring piercing the ears
sending waves of dust across
drenching the yard with dusty smoke
As I could not stay long in the back
came to the porch with my newspapers.
Misery again with a different noise
It is the beating of drums with full vigour
denoting that somebody has passed away.
Digging the already injured earth
Penetrating it for more water on one side.
Drum beats in a house where the departed is laid
do not augur well with the sombre occasions.
Am I going into other’s affairs too much?
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