by Mahbubat Salahudeen
It often happened at dinner
the whistling, then came the blast
followed by an expulsion of breath and knowing
that I have been spared _
but only just
while somewhere, amid cries
and choking clouds of smokes, there
was a scrambling, a barehanded digging
of pulling out debris, what remained of a sister, a brother
a grandmother
i wasn’t at all surprised
when father said _
fate is what is beyond man’s control
in every book, everyone has a chapter, we are
are mere words in pages
of reincarnated scripts
we come back again
we are mere characters
entertaining God
but then I wondered
if God was smiling
or sobbing when our
breaths was rinsed by death
while we entertain
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