26/10/10 a poets funeral
On a very humid Tuesday morning
A cavalcade of cars slowly move by
Rose petals on the hot black tarmac
Like words from his directory of verse
Or tear drops for the one now beyond his time
Then the poet himself comes grinning wide
Enjoying the ambulance wind shield ride
Even as most of him lay inside properly iced
The poet whom the state briefly forgot
In his dying days – a tramp in hospital corridors
Now inching towards his hour of crowning glory
To fresh garlands and stately wreaths
Before the switch is finally flipped
And he is consecrated to the elements five
A state funeral for a derelict poet
A poet who now will continue to live on ……………………..
It's very sad but true, often the recognition comes after death. Thank you Sir, for Uplifting and Valuable comments for my poems. Thanks a lot.
Very moving and I thank you for the Poet notes. A Tramp in hospital corridors yet now will be remembered. once again... heartfelt words.
Your visual of the rose pedals on the tarmac was eloquent and vivid.
Many poets live desolate And they die derelict After their death may come fame But what use if they had to live in shame! I remember the great poet Ayyappan who slept in railway stations and shop verandhas, but was cremated with state honors! An interesting read!
Amazing. I find this touching, and very interesting. …But that's the way of life; we know the beginning, but not the end. A profound tribute for a fellow poet.
Long on legacy and full of feelings! Well done my friend! e
Enjoyed the gentle humor of the windshield ride, felt the sadness of a poet dying, although he was buried with honors and lives on even in your poem. Thank you for sharing. Thank you for your comments on my poem: Proceeding Nowhere. RoseAnn
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I too feel the govt machinery did not do anything for his rescue in his last days. WELCOME TO POEM HUNTER... The poet Ayyappan could have been taken care of had he desired so with a different mindset.. To an extent he was a peculiar individual and he invited such an end for himself. You have told a bitter truth here. Thanks sir