Eternal Abode Poem by C. P. Sharma

My permanent abode is funeral ground
Full many a truth there I have found

Fake relations in the world I feign
From them springs my painful gain

When the caged soul is set free
All relations for its last rites hurry

Garlanding photo, phoney love exhibit
Then for blessings once a year revisit

How proud I was of my dressing sense
Here truthfully naked, no pretence

Perishing beauties I ever picked
Their parting pain I ever miffed

Here all my sin and painful gains
Purgatory fire expiates all chains

Here I am eternal beauty and truth
In ashes I bathe, I am Shiva's sooth