And nothing can we call our own but Death,
And that small model of the barren earth,
Which serves as paste and cover to our bones.
For God’s sake, let us sit upon the ground
And tell sad stories of the death of kings.
I was walking around in the garden, when I came across this barren part
These cracks, these dry leaves
It only reminded me of Death,
how much we avoid to think about it
and how much it is all around us.
Above Photo by Aditi B.