The rarest of virtues are found
In the dead, though till last night
When the corpse breathed
It was devilish with malicious vices
Again scandals travel
About another living soul
If life favours him with death
The scandals die, floral tributes bloom
And the ‘divine’ process continues.
Published .
ANUSHA.U.R.
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14 yrs
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