On the Tower of Silence,
The Parsis dispose off their dead
With the flesh-eating birds
Encircling over,
Perching sideways,
Vultures, kites, hawks.
The Cheel Ghar,
A mortuary of the Parsis,
A structure raised
To place the dead over
For the flesh-eating birds
To cleanse forth the flesh.
Call it the Cheel Ghar
Or the Dakhma
Or the Tower of Silence,
Whatever you like to call,
But it is the end of all,
The end way indeed.
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