Funeral Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

It was first experience
I had to attend funeral procession at once
Someone had died due to heart attack
Entire road leading to crematorium was packed

“If you do not attend” father snarled
None would sent
Their family members
As dead body carriers

It is tradition for all relatives and friend
To carry dead body one by one till end
Lay body on cremation ground
Large numbers of people are always found

The body is put on funeral pyre
Given ignition to fire woods
The body catches fire in no time
It is reduced to ashes with little time

I was young and student
I had never been present in such procession
I though” what an end to final journey”
When we are carried away back to an almighty