A paltry bequest

What was left to him,

in his hands,

he could see, but not feel

the presence

of a tempting freedom

tangential to the ordinariness of life

on a loaf of bread

through a caress across his forehead

bequeathed before death

to the son of Mrs. Singh

a paltry request

to cremate his father’s sins.

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