Tenure

I asked the torrential rain,
beating outside my windows,
in the midnight
'why you lash so much,
dark in the night,unnoticed'
the rain paused 
and said..
' do your job 
yes, without much ado,
I am doing mine'
the other day while crossing
the roadside graveyard 
few young and old people,
out from their resting place
laughed at me sarcastically,
saying,
live, live your tenure 
before you join us,
empty,alone
the beloved 
and the ego clad possessions,
left far behind 

live, live your tenure!
oh my God 
what is my tenure 
how little is left 
how do I cruise ahead of 
the ignorance 
I felt like 
rushing to embrace 
the ringing bells nearby,
the known,unknown people 
around,
throwing all that came in between,
keeping everything else at bay!

Kamakhya 

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