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Apr 2019
They beseech God of Fire to burn me
The hungry Fire consumes,
my dead flesh and futile bones,
with its leaping flames.
The titbits of bones and ashes,
literally the pieces of me, are immersed in river.
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)   
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