I saw it
in a flash
through the tinted glass
as i whizzed by
in cooled, hushed comfort.
My eyes caught
the mounds of ashes
here and there.
There were two pyres
waiting
a little apart.
A few mourners at the foot.
Red shroud and flowers
visible
here and there
Lamp and agarbathis
almost burnt out.
My eyes devoured
all
and, I could feel
the impatience of the living
to get along with life
reaching out
all the way
to me.
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i felt like getting out of myself and feeling everything around, the stillness and also the suppressed impatience. excellent poem, ma'am.
@ P.Venugopal: Thank u, vg, for the nice words of encouragement. It matters when it comes from someone who writes & analyses things the way u do. Had been thinking of adding something to my page for the past few months, but like i mentioned once, I'm not very comfortable with computers. In fact, when in a low mood-which is often- I actually dislike it...But books, papers and pens.....aaah...love them!
good poem v, but i dont agree with u. the crematio/burial of the dead is the only time humans pause, wait nd linger around to ponder over the dust into dust fact of human existence.
the impatience of the living to get along with life! one thing that matters at the end of the day.
good poem, V. loved it. have written a post on this issue, from a different angle.
http://pareltank.blogspot.com/2009/11/grave-humour.html
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