Life's the rarest trace
Always a divine make-
Regenerating degenerated
And a dialogue between souls
Supreme soul invisible therefore
And Soul setting out on a journey
To some unknown shore-
Leaving mortal frame behind
For the time being lying on soil
For its final journey so proposed
To be decorated and disposed off!
-Copyright © hrsharma ®2020
Ludhiana, Punjab, India.
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