Some funerals are situated
in winding alleys of blood
where earth never dries
and incense burns forever
life somehow finds its flow
around such protrusions
Inspired by Wardha
We never get a break. The earth never gets a chance to heal from being torn open for a funeral, there is constantly another digging up wounds. Great write
isn't there at least one funeral everyday in our 'winding alleys? '
pain not fully dried up I can read in those few lines Time is a healer Remarkable write Rgs Rema
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I recognise the inspiration and inspired this piece is indeed. t x