A Pyre For My Learning Poem by Alexander Raju

Of course,
It was a grand funeral,
With all the pomp and show,
They drank black coffee,
With light refreshments
And, then, as usual,
They all went home,
Leaving me alone,
Alone in the cold cellar,
In the creepy silence,
As quite a tasty food
For the hungry termites…!

Of course,
They reached my erstwhile home,
Prepared a thick pyre,
And to the reluctant fire they threw
All my hard-earned certificates,
Testimonials and paper-clippings,
My half-finished creations,
And my unpublished writings,
The only treasure I kept
To the warmth of my heart,
Now, of no more use for them,
Not for me as well!

Of course, ,
My room they opened,
Cautiously searched all over,
For my will and testament,
Felt too disappointed,
That they packed all my books,
And at a low rate, sold them
To the ghost-farm dealer!