The Pyre
P Pradip Chattopadhyay
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He smiles as the pyre is lit for him
He had seen it all often in his dream
Its coming shadowed him day and night
As the fire engulfs him, he feels no fright
Calm in his thought of leaving behind the living
He listens to the hymns they mournfully sing!
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