Ashes From The River-Beauty Poem by Lovita Morang

Ashes of the river-beauty

Grieving giving the last lick
Screaming tongue with no mother
Signing paper, click and tick,
fill in and up the form
Flip to form stuff, stiff the nimble-fingered fin
Strange soporific smell of non life, come, where from
anesthetic hypnotic awkwardly awaken,
blink blind, eyes'final stroke, all taken
Cadavar donation, room in dextral mercy stroke,
Clings on cadavar donation, on clincer
Mortal blow to end, the thrill to live on gone,
Also ends the grieving tales of gravedigger.

Mankind and Medical fraternity
Final thrill benefic big-heart
Benet by eternity leave, uplift.No beneath one's dignity
There will be some stuff left
for the fire for heart's desire worthy,
and if someone wants ashes for the water,
But, truly the best cuts will go on, to give longer,
better lives to other humans.
Those good wishes, we suspect,
carry more momentum
than the now mostly
mechanically perfunctorily
performed rites for "atma sadgati".

Undeniably you said, I Totally agree.
And, declaration made, to family"We've signed papers
and, more importantly, informed wife and daughter
that all body parts that can be used,
must be harvested and the remains be incinerated
with minimum fuss. शव दान, महा दान।, "

Golden harvest! Gift to mankind,
future generation shall heave, reap.
Still this concept of burial and burn
Ashes from the water, dead dreads and creates rift and rings
Rituals are such anchors chores, Boats on banks clinged and the manjhi sings,
"Ram Teri Ganga maili, a dirge, dirt, tricky,
how can we make the river, dirty
Holy Ganges may let it go, throw no
The holy ashes to the river-beauty

- Lovita J R Morang
A poem on cadavar donation inspired by Lovita J R Morang in poetic conversation with Vikram Achreja