many have died
most of them cremated
a few attendees
a chosen few dictated
by this pandemic
the ashes are sent
through a courier
flowers wait for a soul
at the altar
this all soul's day
candles are lighted
food is served
windows and doors are
closed
as the prayers for the
departed
begin to be chanted.
a lonely birth once
meets another lonely death
again.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Flowers wait for the soul to gain beauty. Flowers motivate mind. An interesting poem is brilliantly penned.