Maya Poem by Pradip Chattopadhyay

Slowly in a haze
I rise from me
Float a little up
And there below
I lie cold and white
In the thick of silence
Broken by wails
Of the ones who till now
I held so dear
Loved, hurt, cajoled
Living through a dream
That this bond would not end
But now a different me
Not seen not heard
But still lingering around
Not able to tear off
The umbilical cord of Maya
Hoping it another nightmare
Of the end!
When they set the corpse on fire
And the ashes fly away in the wind
I let go
All that’s below
To climb the rainbow!