Theme: Tradition

The Tomb

The tomb of my ancestor
Indubitably yells
When we mop the epitaph
And retrospect the past
To commemorate the day
Trimming the shrubs and
Applying colour on it
For the present day only.
Then we consign to oblivion
And disremember for a year.
Even our future generations
Obliterate forever after us.
But, again we retrospect
When we take pilgrimage
We carry the disunity of relics
To hurl at the holy dip
Lest the soul may get salvation.


Image © Dillip Kumar Das 


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Comments on this Poem

Comment Now, I realise the dead are elsewhere,
the cemetery deserted by them too.

Last lines of my poem ' A Walk through a Cemetery'

R D Ashby
20-Jun-2020 14:57 PM

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