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    • Jul 15
    • 1 min read

A Deadman's Obsequies

By Anselm Neorah Shewithi


Nothing seemed as bright as funeral pyre

Deadman’s body covered in grand attire

He is neither rich nor poor

But a great man with power.

Can be a Robin hood,



But he didn't have a livelihood.

Known for his pure soul

Now burnt with coal

Tears clinging to eyelashes

His body into fire ashes.

Loved his wife more,

His heart stays with her forever more....


By Anselm Neorah Shewithi




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