Upon A Frame Poem by Uttiya Sarkar

The funeral procession went by:

'Hare Rama.Hare Krishna
Bolo Hari, Hari Bolo'

Raw paddy scattered on his way to the eternal pyre.

White are their clothes,
The near ones sobbing;
Finally -they burn him,
And he finishes with huge flames into ashes.

All return.
A feast to celebrate in the name of sacrament.
To forget or to remember?

After a few days everything is back.
You will find him in a corner in a frame.

After a few years with worn -out garlands on it! !