Killing The Deathless
P Parameswaran Nair Damodaran Nair
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I went hunting treasure in words and deeds
They say the ocean fathoms miles deep
Holding immense treasure in the depths
I find no depths nor any hidden treasure
Wreckage of ships-full of hopes instead
Gripping fast to it empty shells sans pearls
Each shell contains a sea, each sea an ocean
Some of hot tears and some of lost cheers
No light delves nor waves stir them up
Coerced to be submerged always in dark
Truth floats dead, they say death is inevitable
Killing the deathless makes whose bread!
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