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Death is a washout.
Once you are dead,
You are the yesterday’s paper.
The hot news is forgotten.
Once you are dead
You are the fallen leaf.
No speck of green is found.
Fortunately you will not be there
To witness and weep.
09.12.2005
poem
by
Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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