(i)
Dying n taking birth
in bits
each day.
this is what I heard
This is
the way..
(ii)
A part of me remains
on the pyre
annihilating
A part of me plays
in the cradle
sprouting forth
(iii)
one lip mumbles
an obituary,
another says a lullaby
a dead tear in one , while a twinkle
in the other eye
(iv)
I take a dip
in the Ganges, Playing with my own remains Awakened to the changing real
In the earth of my
deep conscience
- Pakhi-
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