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Kabir walked after death,
Walked his own body to a grave.
Flowers bloomed and plucked themselves
Out of their homes,
Placed themselves in the middle
Of life and a walk to the grave
To let a man leave in peace.
Kashi born,
He walked with the conviction
He had in his knowledge,
Challenged the Orthodoxes,
Challenged the convention;
Kashi born guaranteed a place in heavens
He gave it all up,
Got himself cremated and burried at the same time,
Got himself fights throughout life
And even afterwards,
Got himself a piece of satisfaction,
Got himself legends and disciples
And angry purohits,
Got a piece of logic and equality of castes
When there were no such words
And Brahmins were gods.
Man dead already,
Looked at his funerals,
Looked at the burial
And felt his head turn towards Meccah,
Could hear the verses ring in his ears
As the soil washed over the lack of his body:
"We created you from it,
And return you into it,
And from it we will raise you a second time";
Looked at the cremation
And felt his soul return to the gods
As they proceeded with the Antim Sanskaar, chanted:
"When thou hast made him ready,
All possessing Fire,
Then do thou give him over to the Fathers,
When he attains unto the life that waits him,
He shall become subject to the will of gods".