To Humans

To Humans




     I do not live in my body

     It is a mere abundant grave


     I do not live in my smile

     It is like a glass of wine


     I do not live in my words

     Mostly they are like bitter curd


     Once if you see my mind

     You will be enchanted by my sight.

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