This poem is based on a sight I happened to see on 19th Dec'93 while coming back from temple.
Passing through the busy streeets
Happened I to see group of people
Carrying on their shoulder, a body
still, cold and numb.
Covered was it with saffron cloth
Having bid goodbye to the troubled life
Strange is it to see a body dead
seems to me as if there is no
Difference between me and the body dead.
Graveyard is the last stoppage of life's journey
the remnants are the ashes when burnt
no difference is there between a dead & living being
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