No
perplexity,
No unusual
sights
No wandering
soul
No left over
Here
In search of
incarnation
The awful
air stinks with
The flavors
of human flesh
The smoke
issuing from pyre
Almost
touching the sky
With the
floating soul in it
Who are
those in search of left over?
The human
forms?
With the
same psyche
With two
legged stuffs
Are they
lurk?
What ever
the form
No matter
rational, irrational
Ordinary,
Atheist,
misanthropist
The name is
more or less
The same…
What we can
call the social being
By,
Linda.R
Faculty in English
BIS
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