She Vanished Into The Panchttatva—five Elements Poem by Bijay Kant Dubey

Under the starlit skies
The pyre was lit
And slowly and sadly
Saw I my mother
Vanishing into the gloom.

Sitting, wearing new
And bathing
Or rounding about,
Placing on the logs
And the fire was lit.

Under the skies,
She lay burning
And they giving Hari bols,
Hari bol, Hari bol, Hari bol,
Bol Hari bol, Hari bol,
Ram nam satya hain, yahi sabo ka gatya hain.

The body burnt to ashes,
The navel kept burning,
The figure disfigured it
And as thus lost I my mother.

Wept I, called I tearfully
With the tears trickling down the cheeks,
Falling down,
Dropping down to earth,
Dried and half-dried.

Ma, ma,
Mother, my mother,
But the mother was gone,
Gone for ever,
Nowhere to be found again,
The body finished into the panchattatva,
The five elements.
,
The earth to earth,
Fire to fire,
Water to water,
Wind to wind
And spirit to spirit
And it remained not anything else
To be called own,
Of my mother’s.

Fire embers, ashes, coals,
Burnt and unburnt logs,
Broken earthen pitchers and bowls,
Thrown off clothes,
Just denoted they
That a body burnt it there
And disintegrated it.