Kavita 24 - Death, The Reality
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Body said to the soul
There are many who adore my beauty
Ready to die for me, like moths in fire;
You are just an imagination
That nobody has yet set eyes on;
To all, you are just unknown.
Soul replied with a smile
The adorers of your beauty won't exist
Nor those who are ready to die for you
If I'd just wink my eyes.
Neither would your love
Nor your lovers survive for ever;
I solely, am your identity
Without me,
You are nothing but dirt.
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