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Last Journey
Still,cold,stiff body draped in new white
Bloated from long hours waiting
Never smelt a sweet-smelling 'rajanigandha' wreath
Never had sniffed the expensive incense burning
Carried on weary shoulders... heavy hearts
It was only in the morning he was human
Gossiping merrily nibbling snacks sipping tea
Loved ones,friends looked at his handsome form
Curly,dark hair-- unlimited zest for living
Fair to himself..his family..never asking,always giving
He had allergy to Gods and godmen pictures
Though learned..he didn't believe in scriptures
Hated funeral processions,incense, wreaths
The new carrying-cot seemed to ridicule
his living beliefs which he never learnt at school
©bishu
How wonderful a write, I felt
How wonderful a write, I felt like I knew this man.
You write as well with your accent as most do using perfect english. Well done.
Very interesting read, bishu.
Very interesting read, bishu. Death will eventually find us all and our last farewell will be determined by those around us. Perhaps they'll just sweep me under the nearest rug. I like this.