Paper Boats

Parting is a gift.

If part You must 

Like ashes and dust

Then part unbroken.

It is an Art.

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Funerals are

Those long rituals

The needless drama

to drop a body to a pit's

hungry stones some bones

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And let's now come to you and I. 

We drifted apart like paper boats

in puddles dried in sudden sun 

after a  very good monsoon

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