The Asthi-Kalasha Of My Mother Poem by Bijay Kant Dubey
The Asthi-Kalasha Of My Mother
The urn of my mother,
The unburnt navel and the ashes of hers,
Just a handful of
Put into the little earthen pitcher-like
Small urn as for ritual sake
Saw I hanging it
One midnight
Just the day she was burnt
For to be immersed into the holy waters
Of the Ganges,
But that too remained it not
With me
To confide and repose in.
Monday, December 9, 2013
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