There is debris of desire
Burnt by the unseen fire
Ashes all together
Have created my pyre
I saw dark raven
Calling me at the windowpane
He conveys,"God is coming in the next train"
So it stops me to sing in pain
While sitting I contemplate
Did I treat everyone well, I met?
Before I leave, after my final treat
With my all love I want to greet
Mine innocent mind and hypocrite heart collaborate
To sing a song what living life can't tolerate
On a dead's bed one can't elaborate
So the god is coming to ameliorate
-what has turned sour and can't be tolerated
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