Treasure Island

Tribhawan Kaul

(01-01-1946 / Srinagar (J & K) India)

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After Death


Amidst
Whispers of ‘rest in peace’
vibrating entire cosmos
a departed soul watching
curiously from the above
a body below
surrounded by wailing people
mournfully
spelling out all the words
available in praise
staunch opponents
eulogising white deeds
ignoring the black ones
wiping crocodile tears
and laughing in sleeves
friends, foes and family
come to remember
a departed soul
which
wishes to be the whole
but for its KARMAS.

Submitted: Tuesday, July 09, 2013
Edited: Wednesday, July 10, 2013

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  • Jasbir Chatterjee (9/4/2013 1:23:00 PM)

    congrats indeed on selection of this poem as poem of the day...the hypocrisy in life does not stop with death...unfortunate but true... (Report) Reply

  • Wahab Abdul (9/4/2013 9:00:00 AM)

    congratulation for being chosen it as poem of the day...it has been written nicely so it deserves it, too (Report) Reply

  • Mehta Hasmukh Amathalal (8/4/2013 9:30:00 PM)

    a body below
    surrounded by wailing people
    mournfully.... fruitless cry... lovely poem...10

    dead body below
    laid there to go
    into flames
    without any blame... hasmukh (Report) Reply

  • Passionate Reader (7/13/2013 5:35:00 PM)

    The whole scene after death is vividly described here. Very well portrayed.
    From the whispers of rest in peace to the wiping crocodile tears, you haven't missed a single detail.
    Blessings (Report) Reply

  • Valsa George (7/12/2013 5:42:00 AM)

    Even the most despicable becomes so adorable after death. While living, a simple gesture of appreciation or word of praise would have mattered so much to the person. But unfoptunately, we lavish praise on the dead and heap blame on the living! A poem highlighting the double standards of men! Really enjoyed! (Report) Reply

  • Heather Wilkins (7/11/2013 6:23:00 PM)

    the departed soul looking down on the body probably thinks Look at those fools I am resting now, while they cry. As the out of body experience (Astro Projection) finds its way home. I enjoyed very much. excellent (Report) Reply

  • Shahzia Batool (7/10/2013 6:19:00 PM)

    true, the soul watches! the marked lines of this write are these with all my endorsement:

    wiping crocodile tears
    and laughing in sleeves! ! !

    very realistic! ! ! (Report) Reply

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