Today my aunt passed away about whom I wrote my poem the last journey. A tribute to this pious woman.
The soul part of vast sky
remain is perishable body, why?
To remind the kiths and kins the memories
which once was cherished as living family stories.
Now she lies without soul
Her story a unwashable past on the floor
Left people crying in unbearable pain
in her mortal loss left shades
not of money and property of value fade
But shades of her immortal presence
In her shadows and innocence
All final rituals and ceremonies were carried on
as her last wish was demanded off
She lies silent in red
Ah! How heart rendering without bed
They carried her on their shoulders
In a palanquin of the last journey of this mortal.
How sad that in life time
She never took a rash ride
Today was given away to pious fire
To connect the wire
of the mortals to the ultimate empire.
Yes, He makes us feel His being
In the vicious circle of death and life in reel.
Sangeeta Chaudhary
Life and death are mediums of God to make us feel His ultimate powers as omnipresent,Omniscient and unconquerable.
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