In remembrance!

                                 I : Loss

Each sad news

 pries open the ancient scab

 of that forever loss

 that oozing feel of every missed chance

 of letting know the welling love 

 hidden behind all sorts of stony masks

 making me mummified.

                                  II : Photo

In the mind imprinted 

in indelible sepia tones

Those faces faded forever 

No aperture now to add

any special effects whatsoever!

                     III : Dis-ease

Grief has variants

that outnumber any mutations

of each virus.

Agony alone then

goes viral, 

wilder than every pandemic. 

 Existence thus is short-changed

 unto eon-long euthanasia.

Pratima@ This morning i was (dis-)counting the current stage of my mourning. Thought i had graduated rather well. By the evening, i proved myself wrong yet again. I know now i am still in the primary.