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No One Remembers A Dead Man

written by: ABU SIDDIK



No one remembers a dead man
And very few his feats,
During sunshine days light and
Laughter filled the air, and encomiums poured.

Light was gone, and the room lay naked,
Bleak, blistered, bruised.
Stained curtains, musty doors, floor rat-infested,
Air heavy, and cobweb-spun.

Flowers forget to bloom, and birds their song,
The yard, empty, cold and sodden, and the
Moon lean and pale, and the stars timid, and
Leafless trees stood dumb!

Abu Siddik

Abu Siddik

Abu Siddik is an Assistant Professor (Stage II), Department of English, Falakata College, West Bengal, India. He has edited Representation of the Marginalized in Indian Writings in English (2015). He is the author of Misfit Parents in Faulkner’s Select Texts (2015), Banglar Musolman (2018). His short fictions appeared in Muse India, Setu Bilingual, and in anthologies, Serious and Hilarious and Cherry Toppings.
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