Reflection! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! Poem by lalitha iyer

Reflection! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! !



The ashes were heaped
and the pot was carried
to mix it with the Ganges
and make the dead one holy

soon an image jumped out
from the flowing stream of river
it had a face of haggard stretch
yet bore some features of me wretch

I stooped to see the things clear
yes, it was my aged figure
my bones and ribs crushed to pieces
i could see my body done to powder

i could see the grave and the pyre burning
my living body was put to fire
i could see all tomorrows
they galloping todays mingle with

the shaky legs and shivering hands
oh, its me, its me
the screwing eyes and stooping back
oh, its me, its me

i am the body in the pyre
i am the ashes into the river
Ashes to Ashes my matter disperses
My spirit is watching the traveller's desirous.........

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