My Last Rites Poem by Mubeen Sadhika
My Last Rites
The solemn funeral
took place in the
humid desert
trail of mourners
walked on the
thirsty hot sand.
The fragrance of
those miserable flowers
ending the path
blooming to survive
in that gloomy evening
unweighing all burdens.
Wrapped in melancholic
green shiny cloth
grounded with
comfort case
dampened soil in pit
to be laid to feast.
Excellent imageries! A touchy fact penned beautifully! Your ability ammmmmazing! specially the style of expressions! 10+
nice poem about about final voyage... well framed..
Mam this is your best creation........Interesting and I like it.......
Hi its such a sentimental poem but very true. Its a very emotional poem
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This piece is an imagination of the end, death so to speak. Every one of us will soon or later will be 6 ft. underground. As of now I don't like to think about it.Enjoy life for we have only one, not two, not three but one. Anyway, this is great dark and negative poetry.
You bring the nuance of the funeral alive. Great imagination, tks for share
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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The elements used for the imagery, all these vivid to reflect melachony during the rites.