Melting Man
Being lit,Murk around quit;
Overhead fire, shed hot tear;
Gaze beside me,at times I cram;
Ease work done, devoid of harm;
Round back seen,moment lost power;
Found ye grown,descend in an hour;
If at demise, cry for soul peace;
Make our dine to shine and get bliss;
Among the all,what Man made boon?
Indubitably its "My Melting Man"!
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