Touch makes the life sing
Doesn't stop even by a death
Body dissolves in panchabhoota
Than listening to its breath!
So when she has gone,
A new place, I know
Will have the rising Sun!
Why should I
Fill myself with dark clouds?
Let the flowers blossom
Along the road we crossed
And may a scarlet Macaw in me
Descry
For the wings to touch-paint
A new sky.
NB: Panchabhoota are the five primary elements, where the body dissolves after death, when cremated. |