By ancient gaze, you’ve seen far more than I,
So guide my steps, what must I do, reply?
“To do? To do just what?” you ask with grace.
To grip life tight, lest I disperse, efface
With dust that claims us at the final sigh.
“In death’s embrace, our beauty lies, it’s true,
The quest is yours alone to seek, pursue.”
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Vishal Dutia 