Away from this hustle bustle of life
I feel like a dead man today
in a wooden nailed coffin! !
It seems life has ended,
peacefully inside this Coffin now..
Unknown exotic insects & ants eat my remains.
My soul looks at them, in wonder!
Quick are ants and Insects..
Before rain starts, they need to carry out their job.
Rain spoils when water seeps inside,
Making their task more tougher.
My soul waits for freedom from this mortal remains..
Let only my bones rest in peace inside the Coffin.
Away from this hustle bustle of life
I feel like a dead man today
in a wooden nailed coffin! !
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