The Crematorium Poem by Asit Kumar Sanyal
The Crematorium
I often go to the nearby crematorium
To face the extreme truth of the world
I loss myself inside it with different feeling
That can't be expressed in words.
It's the place to burn the Hindu dead bodies
In closed furnace or at open courtyard
I treat the dead persons as empty cages
And compare the souls with divine birds.
Monday, November 24, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: death
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