Jackals come to my pyre but don't weep; Bake your cakes and enjoy sound sleep; I am not a vote bank that sound and blow; I am an innocent soul whose pyre glow.
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I'm a bright star that shines with no fame... humble expression! Admired the underlying philosophy of this wonderful poem..Top score