My thoughts while I was cremating my mother.
All around the fiery ashes flew,
some in water and some in air.
Seemed like my parents' call - I knew
life was always cruel and unfair.
Up and beyond the cloudy coat
where birds glide and freely sail.
Seemed like my parents there - I note
in next life they're happy without fail.
All around fear and lonely tears
the only wealth when we parted ways.
It's how fate mocks and irony jeers
as I start my journey of lonely days.
Prasenjit©1997-2022
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