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at his door - mohaddesah riyaz ladiwala

photo: aryan nair

Curtains cascade over my eyes,

The hands of darkness cold over them;

Night has fallen, the sky is coal,

With specks of ash glittering through;

And I know, deep in my heart, he’s standing near -

Hands folded, head low, alert at his door;

Not here to tend to the wound,

Or to leave me withering in pain;

No, Death is here;

He whispers in my ear-

He’s here to take me home.

At long last, he’s here;

He’s here to take me home.


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