Poem : The Empty Seat

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Cold is what succeeds the warmth,
it is cold, that preceeds it.
Reminding me in this populous swarm,
stands alone the empty seat.
Life is what stands in between,
when the seat tries to remain filled.
The seat has to be emptied again,
for it's destiny has already been sealed.
I remember the first occupant,
a catching of breath in the life's dance.
But leaving is what was meant for the person,
for this seat is nothing but a trance.
The seat is meant to be empty,
life starts when this trance ends.
The person who occupies this seat,
is nothing but a temporary semblance.
The semblance will eventually dissolve,
and cold will replace warmth and happiness.
Everyone will be gone, noone shall remain,
it will be the time, when you embrace emptiness.

                              - Sushant Kumar Das

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