Funeral Of I Poem by Sudam Panigrahi

‘I’ burns between woods,
As flames rises high from pyre,
Waling cries fall low
Tears dry,
While flame engulfs and glows.
‘I’ singes and reduces to ash
Slowly losing existence,
Merging with the elements.

From the smoky crematorium
A flowery wide path
Rises up and connects to His abode.

An orb of soul
Ascends and merges
With His lotus feet.

He smiles and thinks
About other body
To allow the soul,
For re-incarnation.

‘I’ burns
Takes birth another ‘I’.
From heaven to earth
Descends