In death's dulled aftermath <br />weeps the house <br /> <br />none sees its tears <br />for the one it held within <br />for many years <br /> <br />who it nurtured in walled comfort <br />inducing a sense of permanence <br /> <br />till last night under the stars <br />came to fetch him the hearse <br /> <br />and he left without caring a fig <br />in haste for the final benediction <br />and the burning logs <br /> <br />feigning a peace <br /> <br />as if he wouldn't miss <br />and not be missed <br />under the sun <br />by anyone. <br /> <br />One man less <br />the house too would heal. <br /> <br />Death is not a big deal.<br /><br />Pradip Chattopadhyay<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/not-a-big-deal/
