Pradip Chattopadhyay

(28.01.1961 / Kolkata)

Celebrating Death


Shaving the heads the barber he belongs to the same faith
For him it’s some money he celebrates each death
Celebrates each death the barber he earns from obvious fate
Shaving the dead’s loved ones will earn him at any rate!

The barber isn’t afraid of death for he has watched bereaved guys
Heard too many wails in life death doesn’t surprise
He goes through emotionless motions knifes clean their head
The more he bares the heads the more he earns his bread!

They bow their heads before him he blows their hairs away
In the aftermath of death it’s always him that holds sway
His eyes glisten in death’s joy before death he’s not craven
His work is justly finished when each head is cleanly shaven!

They mourn the departed ones shed grief’s copious tears
The barber remains unfazed perhaps chuckles in furtive cheers
A death in someone’s family a great loss for years to harbor
But for him a cause to celebrate fears not death the barber!

Submitted: Wednesday, October 09, 2013
Edited: Wednesday, October 09, 2013

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Poet's Notes about The Poem

Tonsuring the head on the death of a close kin is an age-old Hindu custom.
The act symbolizes sacrifice.

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  • Kanniappan Kanniappan (10/12/2013 1:52:00 AM)

    Except the concerned family, others celebrate the death. Demanding very high amount for whatever small work they do! Others act as if they mourn, later everybody chats. (Report) Reply

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