Stoppage Near Sea... Poem by ANKIT MOHANTY

See the tides enrolling me in its waves
see the tides inviting me to its graves..
Let my soul free from this corpsed body.
Please don't burn under the woods if ready..
Echo's the voice of tides as cries.
Lamenting on me without any choice..
Alas, Here I burn
with smokes and ashes turn..
with warm skin to a burning bone.
I am free now, all alone.
To start into deep dead sea zone..
But let the fire come to an end
Will it burn even the memories that I spend?
parents and friends, all went
leaving me dead as, poor burning bent..
Even I couldn't save a dropping tear.
On my burning body near to near....
Now I should go
with my soul's bare toe.
leaving behind friends and foe
to the ocean deeper & deeper, low and low...
Hence disposed body under fire
enclosed my soul under sea's care...