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Wednesday, March 31, 2010

Random death splurge.

I am naught but dust
And to dust I have returned
Yet you cover me with
The saffron of my sins
And hang around me
The tinsel that
Littered my room
What is there in these colors
That you find so beautiful?
light combined is white
And thus white is the only truth.

3 of them wept:

Roshni said...

Ironic heh

Fareed said...

Nevermind the poem, the photo is quite decent.

Ali said...

Read some Tagore. It'll make more sense.