The Last Bond Broken

 

Where they took me, it was a crematorium site,

Realized my body, once lively, now dead and quiet.

On the funeral pyre, my form lay still,

As people prepared, with a heavy will.

To the south, few rice balls they did strew,

Crows on the tree watched, as if they knew.

Solemn rites completed, all rituals done,

My journey from this world had begun.

Sorrow on some, smiles on some face,

Who knows what thoughts filled each mind space.

Finally, then, lit on that flaming pyre I lay,

The last of many bonds broken, My body burnt away.

 

Thursday, 28/03/2024, 03:38 PM

Ajay Sardesai (Megh)