One day I too shall go away unsaid.
One day...
I shall not be here to see
But you will all that.
And what in my coming and going
As this has been continuing for times immemorial.
Can you say,
Has anyone stayed back?
The place I am standing on, do not ask me,
How many dead bodies have burnt from age to age?
The whole of earth is but a crematorium,
A cemetery.
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