See, how I am dying
With my hunger
With my thirst.
Budget is of
No way helpful
To make me alive.
It is my eyes
And my nose
And my ears
And my head
And my feet
And my hands
That are different
And I am going and
Coming not known to you.
I know myself
And I am here for you.
It is everything
This body
And I am going
With this body.
Body is perishing
And not I.
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