Life, to know, does never end at grave,
Nor in the pyre is it consign'd forever -
Unlike body Nature does in it stave -
For life isn't made of mortals which do moulder.
Unbound of 'break-free' cells and elements,
Life is not form'd, decomposed or re-form'd;
Neither does it abide in carnal fitments
Nor like an object is disown'd or own'd.
But it's a stateless canvas of our mind
Which we do paint with colors of emotions
Thick or runny or whatever kind,
But it has e'er remain'd yond definitions -
Beyond the touch of mundane existence;
Unhurt, unentertain'd by our experience.
- N. P. SAMAL
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