One Day While Lighting The Funeral Pyre
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One day I had been burning
My father
With the lifeless body
Placed over the pyre
Of the dry river bed
Of the highland area river
With the words,
Ram nam satya hain,
Ram nam, satya hain,
Hari bol, Hari bol,
Hari bol, bol Hari bol
Renting the midnight loneliness
At my hamlet home
One day.
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