Unity Of The Elements Poem by Rajaram Ramachandran
Unity Of The Elements
It was a pompous show,
For everyone should know,
The funeral procession
Of a rich man of the town.
Inch by Inch, the funeral cart moved.
Step by step, the mourners walked.
In black costumes, each one was dressed.
Front and back, march passed the crowd.
At the gate of the burning ghat,
The procession came to a halt.
Each one spoke, in praise of the dead
And tears flowed, for what they said.
On the sandalwood bed,
The body was laid,
And his son lit the fire,
That engulfed the funeral pyre.
The dead man's remains,
In the form of ash and bones,
To the sea, were consigned
As a finish, at the end.
At the bottom of the seabed
The bone of a poor man dead
Addressed his bone and said
'Welcome to this silent seabed.'
'The difference, when we were alive
Is no more with us, now let us live,
Not as poor or rich, but as one element,
No hatred feelings to foment.'
From the elements, man comes,
And back to the elements, he goes.
In between arises a low-high status,
That brings a world of differences.
It was a pompous show, For everyone should know, The funeral procession Of a rich man of the town.... journey is same wheather rich or poor.. heavenly abode for everybody we dream for...... nice poem i appriciate it....10
You have made your re-visit (through this poem) to the not uncommon theme of 'equality in death' very vivid by first describing the pompous funeral ceremony of a rich man and following it up with the strikingly contrasting image of a POOR man's bone welcoming the bone of the newly deceased RICH man to the 'seabed'. I liked the style of your presentation of this poem also.
'Welcome to this silent seabed'! Everything made equal at the end. This is a pearl, hidden in the poemhunter oyster-beds. Congratulations on such excellant work.
From Dust thee were born...And to Dust thy shalt return... And all that is inbetween must be respected & cherished, as it is a Gift like no other.... Solid craftsmanship, here, Raj....Insightful elocution...Mellifluous construction. Another fine penning...You write well, &I will re-visit your jacket of work soon again. ''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''F.j.R.
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I would like to translate this poem
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4/25/2024 8:17:28 AM # 1.0.0.1119
Death has a million lessons to teach us about life. Well done my friend.