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Apr 2019
They beseech God of Fire to burn me
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The hungry Fire consumes,
my dead flesh and futile bones,
with its leaping flames.
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The titbits of bones and ashes,
literally the pieces of me, are immersed in river.
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My physical body is fortunate.
My soul is loitering nowhere to go.
Ramamurthy Janakiraman
Written by
Ramamurthy Janakiraman  70/M/Chennai, India
(70/M/Chennai, India)   
73
   Fawn
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