Pinda-Dana (For The Bereaved Soul) Poem by Bijay Kant Dubey

Pinda-dana

The black crows were cawing,
Cawing
And the rituals continuing,
Continuing,
The rituals of pinda-dana.

Pindas for the dead soul,
The bereaved spirit,
The forlorn soul,
Handfuls of foodgrains,
Water for the spirit
For memory sake!

The barber, the priest,
The karta, doer,
All holding talks with,
Partaking in,
But where the bhuta,
The wind blowing about?

For the memory sake,
Food the bhuta not to take,
But birds and animals,
The journey from matter to matter,
Mass to mass,
What bhuta, abhuta?