Thirty Minutes Poem by Pradip Chattopadhyay
Thirty Minutes
The fire crackles as it feasts on his flesh
burning all layers of skin
soon it will crunch the bones ablaze
gobble up the soul within!
When alive his mind was a mess
dreams only fulfilled his wish
now in the searing hot furnace
finds peace in disintegrated piece!
Thirty minutes in this solitary chamber
and he will come out to lie in an urn
from dust to dust each part dismembered
to be beyond all care and concern!
Soon his ashes will kiss the riverbed
for him is marked no other fate
will live the words vented his head
the man the thinker the poet?
Hmm..don't think I've ever come across such a visual poem on cremation before! Interesting read.
The final moment of life is passed and the body is in cremation and poet writes a poem in its importance. After all life is like that.Nice poem though grief is there.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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5/3/2024 12:32:57 PM # 1.0.0.1119
This is the final end of everyone.... to be turned into ashes in just 30 minitues time! Yet how preoccupied we are with the baubles of life...! A poem to be ruminated over and over again!