He is brandished with glorious water
He can’t clear his own body anymore
He is taken away in coffin by his lovers
He will not ask them why?
Then put under grass and soil
Home of dreadful insects and snakes
Everyone throws dust on him
And is covered with dust too
Or he is cremated on glowing logs
And what is left behind as grey soot
Is wasted and little bit poured in Ganga
Tell me where has gone his reputation now?
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