Dying Live Here
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We are dying
Only dying live here
And these days are
Not remaining the same
For ever.
No pleasure
No self-satisfaction
No civility.
I am waiting
For the last breath
I am prepared with shroud
I am with pall bearers
Cremation place is ready
Wood for cremation is ready
I am waiting
For the last breath.
Nothing to do
Everything to see
Everybody to bear.
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