When I Opened The Door At Midnight, I Found The Asthi-Kalasha Of My Mother Hanging By Poem by Bijay Kant Dubey

When I opened the door of my house,
I found the asthi-kalasha of my mother
Hanging by a pole
Whom burnt I last night
Bu forgot I
As while asleep
That the tragedy befell me,
My mother,
I burnt her yesterday,
Yesterday evening, night-time
In my garden,
Behind the house
Into the open spaces
Following.

My mother died she before
Tragically
Bereaving me,
The mother who gave a suck
To me,
Reared and fostered me,
My mom,
She passed away all of a sudden
And as thus I lost my mother.

The pyre was made
And she was placed over
With the wooden logs,
Ghee sprinkled,
Kerosene used
with the neem logs
If available
As the green branches too
Burn it in the fire.

Before placing over the pyre,
I saw her bathe
With a pitcherful water,
Clothes tried to be changed
Just for the ritual sake,
Ghee smeared with
To be consigned to the flames
Feeding upon.

Mother burnt to ashes,
Ashes and embers
And logs and coals
As the remains lying,
O, my world devastated,
Devastated as thus,
Gathering strength
Collected I the navel burning,
Emitting a bluish light
Just like a diya!