A Poets Eulogy

Apr 23, 2024

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Updated: Jul 23, 2025

By Ayisha Saniya Ambalavan

I read poems of such depth

love letters and euphoria,

suicide memos and notes of death

unjust condemnation and dysphoria.

It makes me wonder

what damage this world has done,

for them to break asunder

and their souls come undone.

By Ayisha Saniya Ambalavan

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