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The Final Curtain
Then, infinite hundreds of days shall pass, Traversing the frozen age felt deep within the womb. One day, from that glacier shall be unearthed— This crumpled and mangled frame of your Kali Yuga, A broken, living fossil. Then some will say— Death was brought by the pangs of hunger. Others will investigate and claim— A tragic, certain curtain-fall occurred in the vast wilderness. Yet, no one will ever know— That your untimely departure came Merely for the want of a winter morning’s warmth. Even then, on days when none took notice, Nor sought the truth within the green of leaves— As a winged soul in the eastern sky, I live on, effortlessly.
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Blog entries by J K Bahlull
The battle must be fought alone. (24/01/2026)
I Didn’t Tell Anyone… (17/01/2026)
The moored boat (17/01/2026)
The Final Curtain (17/01/2026)
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