grave news

death lifts its shroud
but there is nothing to be found inside —

who would i mourn?— i have no
temporal recollection — childhood-
paper-cuttings are fading, news-
print almost illegible — i do not
know how to react after someone
dies —

i bring a veil of pallor on my face,
my candy-lips quiver, a heat passes
through me, as if to denote the contrast
of my temperature — blood rushing
as a reminder, but life exists within me.

so i close my eyes, &heart — let moments
pass before it all starts to seem ordinary —

unoriginal, repetitive, coming daily
unlike some newspapers.

© Anmol Arora

Day 24
(Inter)National Poetry Month

4 thoughts on “grave news

  1. sanaarizvi says:

    “I do not know how to react after someone dies,” … this is so poignant in its portrayal of grief seeing into one’s heart. Though we feel remorse .. our emotions don’t always allow us to pour them out. 📝💜

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  2. S says:

    “my candy-lips quiver” … Love that alternative verbing.

    I want a candy ghost/vampire friend. Let’s not read the news together.


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