My permanent abode is funeral ground
Full many a truth there I have found
Fake relations in the world I feign
From them springs my painful gain
When the caged soul is set free
All relations for its last rites hurry
Garlanding photo, phoney love exhibit
Then for blessings once a year revisit
How proud I was of my dressing sense
Here truthfully naked, no pretence
Perishing beauties I ever picked
Their parting pain I ever miffed
Here all my sin and painful gains
Purgatory fire expiates all chains
Here I am eternal beauty and truth
In ashes I bathe, I am Shiva's sooth
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