Uttiya Sarkar

Uttiya Sarkar Poems

The Best Poem Of Uttiya Sarkar

Upon A Frame

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! !

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