Body's Diary
Earth made for earthly world
Turns earth into man
Notwithstanding love is soul bred.
Sleep struck, plays dead,
Warm to touch but what's warmer
Awaken by the dream of the real
Unlinks to relink to link few can think-
Eternity contained in time-
Through a hole in our life
Of which we know nothing
As unaware the' wear and tear', we wear
Is but a corpse masqueraded as body.
poem by Yoonoos Peerbocus
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