When john is done

When John is done, he says don’t be proud
In a serendipitous moment , the discovery
Of camel in sand ,a temporary life’s grant
Since camels can be lost any time to come.

Say death be not proud to make death die.
Actually we are dying many times cowards.
Johns are sooner dead than alive, in stone
Where they have perpetual death to sleep.

Since all johns have to die sooner or later,
We may as well make a poem from death
And indeed most poems are about death.
Deaths are such fine silky- smooth poems.


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