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Last Tribute
I was at the temple the other day,
Early in the morning when the river still sleeps.
The path though changed will lead me here
one day I know,
but today it's solace I look for here.
Wearing white I walked down the cold steps.
The water was warm enough.
'you must take dip'
I did the same. When I came up
the warmth has Vanished and
a cold wind numbed my senses.
The dark coloured seeds reminded
me of the good old days.
A glass full of water to quench
the thirst of death.
And vermilion to give the fragrance,
for death has no smell.
With this I paid my last tribute.
Upon those cold steps
With an uncertain optimism
Remembering the day
when someone else will stand there
Thinking of me.
Early in the morning when the river still sleeps.
The path though changed will lead me here
one day I know,
but today it's solace I look for here.
Wearing white I walked down the cold steps.
The water was warm enough.
'you must take dip'
I did the same. When I came up
the warmth has Vanished and
a cold wind numbed my senses.
The dark coloured seeds reminded
me of the good old days.
A glass full of water to quench
the thirst of death.
And vermilion to give the fragrance,
for death has no smell.
With this I paid my last tribute.
Upon those cold steps
With an uncertain optimism
Remembering the day
when someone else will stand there
Thinking of me.
