Pleasing The Unknown Poem by Kaushal Tak
Pleasing The Unknown
Rating: ★5.0
I burn for living
and so does my family
and all like us.
It's not living
in a small box,
packed with my kind.
I was made to be smoked.
smoked away by the unknown.
I can see my ashes gray and dead,
lying on the ground as I burn,
and my soul pleasing the unknown,
who then lets it out into the unseen.
Sunday, March 2, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: ashes
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