Wednesday, August 26, 2009

Funeral (Poem)


That mournful Sunday, I still remember,
The day, for my friend, that dusked forever.

People gathered in numbers,
Some faces familiar and some not,
To bid adieu on his last journey.

Tears of pearl that rolled down the cheeks,
The deepest pangs that lingered the hearts,
The silent grief of acceptance and
The grieved wails of non acceptance.
All these and more of displays,
To wreathe the mortal's case.

But the smile, I recollect, that played on his face,
As he lay couched in his case.
A smile so resplendent and of grace,
That the flower in my hand shied off at a gaze.
A smile that never decorated his face,
Never once in his soulful days.

I wonder what elation of thy heart,
that brings a smile so divine when one departs!

Is it the assurance of a dawn after the dusk?
Is it the happiness of ultimate liberation?
Or, is it the silent agreement
to the non-agreeable of the fleshy days?

My thoughts thus wound around
the stubborn negligence of realities.
But my hands didn't fail to scatter
the scoop of sand over the case.

The scoop that added to the heap
that keep the things forever underneath,
Hidden from the eyes that came to wreathe.

5 comments:

Anonymous said...

Wow, a wonderful tribute to someone you must have loved alot. Thank you for sharing.

Brian Miller said...

wow. this is amazing. the picture played so well with your words as well. those final moments of parting, you captured them beautifully.

Ekanthapadhikan said...

Hi Brian! I didn't take that pic. I got it from Google and yes it does go well with what I wrote.

Sumi Mathai said...

poignant..u have captured the emotions just like that..

Shadow said...

very very moving.

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