Sonnet, a poem written by Amanita Sen at



written by: Amanita Sen


For his home, when grandfather was leaving
ending with us his stipulated stay,
inconsolable was I, is the least I can say,
catastrophe it was, asking for bereaving!

Oblivious to the fact then, that act of exiting,
as normal as the light of day,
often easy as a child’s play,
could teach me all about the need for grieving.

Enough leaving, seen since, for the heavens,
or a faraway stop of bus.

Memories of sharing enlivens,
the otherwise dull exodus.

While one remembrance poetry awakens,
others die arbitrary, without a ruckus.

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