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Feb 2018
How soon the things are seriously shifted.
How soon some are replaced with others.
That are placed on the scales, if scrapes.
That are deposited in the dustbin, if cards.
Last month, Mr. Khan, contracted with cancer,
Passed away peacefully during sound sleep.
The name plate was Mr. Rashid Khan on the twentieth day.
The main gate was near the stairs the other day.
The cycle went to the hawker for a little amount.
His clothes were determinedly doled out to beggars.
Whatever was his in the house  was of others.
Black was brown, and he was out of his right.
Mohd Arshad
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