Bell will ring for last time
For me on the temple tower
As I feel short of breaths in
My bed at an unfortunate hour
There will be tears flowing
Like a stream at the door
A hushed silence will rule as
Ash will be strewn on floor
There will be holy chants
On my way to the pyre
My name, my body will
Be engulfed by a raging fire
When one's soul leaves the body, death takes place and at this time kindreds tear tears with lamentation. Dear Panda sir, you have nicely inscribed the scene of death in this poem, let me quote some lines... There will be tears flowing Like a stream at the door A hushed silence will rule as Ash will be strewn on floor There will be holy chants On my way to the pyre My name, my body will Be engulfed by a raging fire It is a beautiful poem on death. Thanks for sharing.10
Thank you very much Sir for giving time to my poem and awesome comment. Feeling flattered. Regards.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Though, it is a forethought for a future happening being inevitable come what may, it comes to the reader as a big shock and distress. That a poem on death could be so readable and gripping, seems incredible. Thanks, Anil ji. The poem goes into MyPoemList.
Thanks a lot Sir. Its a great honor receiving such wonderful comment from a great poet. My heartfelt gratitude.