Mournigs and wailings playing in the distance
Like a sad symphony
As the pyre lights up..
Dark fumes of death rise
Taking the deceased
Closer to the canvas of saffron hue
World is better up there, they say
..having born and faded a thousand times
They know how it is like
To be a mortal
How it is like
To die..
Beyond the deafening wails and mourns
The dying daylight sings the beauty of death..
Let death not be the darkest dream
Let it just be the end of a fairytale
That says "happily ever after"
With a promise of being born again
To a famous poet
As his fine poem,
elegant and immortal..
© Aditee Joshi
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