Crematorium Poem by ANJANDEV ROY

Crematorium! crematorium! crematorium!
We all are going to the crematorium,
Beside the road an insane old man is crying in passion,
A little boy asks his mother in wonder about the meaning;
Hush! the mother rebukes her son.
At some distance the devilish master is brutally beating his poor labour,
The insane man is painfully laughing at the torture,
As the man has known the dark civilization,
He is wisely and justly shouting,
The crematorium is our worthy and immediate destination.