Funeral Poem by Sharad Rajimwale

Death sanctifies everything.
Eyes are washed by
hot unshed tears
Hearts are wrung with grief
that focus only on the virtues
of the departed.

People prefer spotless white
while the tongues assume
nothing but the elevated tone
uttering chastity of emotions.

Incense purifies the stale
static air
Garlands throw
purified fragrance only

Heads bend
Hands stay folded
Feet tread the ground in
slow dignified measure....
Even sighs are emitted
with great reverence,
neither louder, nor rudely,
They speak but in hallowed whispers.

Death sanctifies everything.