Posthumous Poem by Sathya Narayana
Posthumous
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I am not a piece of iron...
in fire, to flex my muscles!
Yes...naturally
I was burnt to ashes!
Someone walked in
looking both sides
and sniffing...
picked up a pinch
of warm cinder
from my pyre
and exclaimed:
'This is fragrant! '
Saturday, June 11, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: death
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5/4/2024 7:33:54 AM # 1.0.0.1119
Someone walked in looking both sides and sniffing... picked up a pinch of warm cinder from my pyre and exclaimed: 'This is fragrant! ' Beautifully written, nice poem.