Thousands feet trampling lawns, unhurriedly
Many faces, gazing at each other, non-smilingly
Exchanging thoughts in few words, meaningfully
All for his sake, yet he does not know, admittedly
Few, repeatedly playing back same narrative
Countless times, in the same mood
Gazing eyes at infinity or into blues, up in heaven
Sympathizing him, sans his acknowledgement
Few being busy, little more than others
Serving a curtsy drink, with no petulance
At corners, small clusters whispering in to ears
All about him, he remains indifferent, nonetheless.
One next to the other, in equal prominence
Respectfully attired, simplicity willfully upheld
Sustaining serenity and peace, by and large
In his name, yet he doe not know or even felt.
Stretching across a myriad of banners
Portraying the same thing in diverse words
Flowers too laid by side carrying notes
Directly to him, and unwritten to others
Ready to be taken out in embellishment
Customarily held respectfully accorded
Disregarding acceptance from bona fide legatee
Of the occasion, for, it’s his interment
A very realistic description of a funeral with people mostly observing silence, some speaking in hushed tones and some having a grave or sorrow stricken face while the body inside the coffin lies insensitive to all gestures of love and sorrow! Finally the moment comes when the coffin is moved to the grave with all accompanying formalities without seeking permission from the deceased for his burial! A touching scene presented so beautifully!
Yet he does not know. Thanks for sharing this poem with us.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Having attended many funerals at home over years you have observed certain specialties about the occasion, which is unique to our situation and then you have delineated this beautiful poem describing how funeral goes on. The beginning lines say much about it. A brilliant poem.10