Deceased Poem by sekharan pookkat

My boat moves in the river
With my songs at night
Along with the wind
I am rowing alone

I can see the brightened stars
Pointing to north
But I have to move towards south
And the journey continues

In that hope, that one day
Will touch the shore
Laid down north to south
Covered by white cotton roll

Aggrieved family friends
Praise my gains openly
And crocodiles tear
Roll down from their eyes.

It is a custom to come
And console the family members
Even though several nonconformities exists
And say good words of the deceased.

My boat moves in the river
With my songs at night
Along with the wind
I am rowing alone.