A Cremation Poem by Ravinder Kumar Soni
A Cremation
Yes,
I did not pick up my phone
When my friend from Bengaluru
Rang me up thrice in two days
I wanted him to know
I wasn't alive anymore
Why did I choose to play
This bluff on him I must tell you
Things are not like the way
They always appear
During the past several months
I have demanded to be dead
I want to see me cremated
Add more wood to the pyre
My prayers have gone unheard
Fallen on deaf ears
I want to see the last spark
Rise skywards carrying me
That I can never see
When I have no eyes and the mind to match
My friend will now pronounce me dead
And set in motion
The process of my cremation
Standing aside I shall see the last spark rise
Carrying my might and will skywards
But not me
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9/22/2024 5:12:50 AM # 1.0.0.1119
It's easy to desire death but to challenge the hurdles and hoist the flag of victor is not easy business. Death is inevitable but living in fear of death is a sin accomplishing none. Success failure set aside moving on is right business. Good poetry sir.