Faith and Pyre.

 



Faith is pretentious you know?

Somehow it made us believe.

To make thy soul, from Earthly tether leave.

Somehow it writes our afterlife fate.

I dare say it plows the pathway to the Devas.

For the dead to attain moksha.

I care not about the warmth it gives,

When the dead’s memories burn in my heart. 



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