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Cremation
As death strikes without choice,
ghosts laugh but relatives wail
with moist eyes amidst rituals
and funeral pyres burn high-up.
Watching the end of life thus,
we become spiritual somewhat
with new meanings and thoughts
and analyze our materialisms.
We try to understand life cycle
logical with philosophic mindsets
reviewing our actions of apathy
and promise selves to act empathic.
The spirited thoughts blaze therein
as we return back home soulless
with repeat misdirected actions
and make living itself as cremation.
Cycle continues…
(Hindus in India are cremated by burning pyres. However, I presume it is true for cemetary as well.)
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Comment by: manoj - 2008-03-14 07:57
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Thanks dear friend for appreciation. I'll be honored if you read my poems and enjoy.
Take care and have nice time. |
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| amaizing stuff.i wish i could read some of your other stuff,but am still not your reader...:) |
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| amaizing stuff.i wish i could read some of your other stuff,but am still not your reader...:) |
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Comment by: manoj - 2007-12-28 22:23
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Thanks dear friend for reading and commenting. Very happy to know that you had been to India and understand the thought behind this poem.
Have nice time.
Season's greetings. |
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| Being a 60 year old engineer as well as you, I'm bound to be interested! I witnessed a cremation in Benares. It was an important experience for me, to realise how a body is just a shell, a useful machine that can be scrapped when no longer of use. It made me more attentive to people, wondering exactly what was inhabiting this body or that body, expressing itself with things bodies can do. |
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