When thou break the shell of tears;
I see there a world of cheers.
Where I begin to breathe eternity;
Like thine solemn jannitor of purity.
Wilt thou put me again in a shell?
Will have I to live there like in a hell?
But e'erything will be changed in time:
The cheers and the happiness-
Of the peers' and his greatness;
Thy kith and kin and all the prime,
And thou wilt see nothing all around,
When they lead thee to burial ground.
Though this life may lose surrealism-
My soul will enter His Imperialism.

VIPINS PUTHOORAN

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