The Lament

December 25, 2011
By Anamika SILVER, Mumbai, Other
Anamika SILVER, Mumbai, Other
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Favorite Quote:
It does not do to dwell on dreams, and forget to live.


His wife wept
as she lay her head
on his body-
(dreadfully and permanently silent).

She sobbed
as the red and orange flames
licked up his remains
tongues determined to devour
every morsel-
their heat resonating with the priest's incantations.

His ash floats
in the Holy River
carried downstream-
particle by particle.

Somewhere,
his ashes will conjoin
till his spirit is formed
in the Great Ocean-
with time, luck,
and his wife's tears.

Finally,
her beloved's spirit
stops at the Gates of Heaven-
and looks upon his lamenting wife's
shawl covered head.

And now, he laments
the slow passage of time-
for his wife to join him,
so that, they may, together,
let immortality pass.


The author's comments:
I wrote this from the perspective of a Hindu widow, whose husband has just died. according to the Hindu religion, a dead person's body is burnt, not buried, and his/her ashes are deposited in a river or a flowing water body.

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butterfly123 said...
on Dec. 30 2011 at 6:25 am
butterfly123, Banglore, Other
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beautiful poem! i too am a hindu so i understand the whole idea of your poem! good job!


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