Last Journey Poem by Pradip Chattopadhyay
Last Journey
Rating: ★5.0
The hearse waits at the door
the dead is ready for the funeral's chore
dressed in this last hour
in wreaths of white flower
can't hold back the widow's moan
a journey that's now his own
can't see his son look grown in years
as he follows his father's hearse.
Monday, July 28, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: death
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4/25/2024 5:52:24 PM # 1.0.0.1119
A very moving scene.... A compelling write, with such economy of words! A 10