Under The Starlit Skies Poem by Bijay Kant Dubey

Burnt I my father,
Saw I him burning all alone
Under a godless universe,
Standing still,
Silent and speechless

Away from the town,
Away from human habitation
Where there was none,
None in the nearby,
Just on the river-bed
By its side

The pyre was lit,
The logs arranged
And the dead body put into
And the fire was given to,
Lit into
And the logs started burning

The body burnt to ashes, fire and coal,
The logs lay they
With the clothes thrown off,
Father went away,
But his clothes saw I
While coming to the hamlet again

The earth mixed with the earth,
The wind with the wind,
The water with the water,
The fire with the fire
And the spirit with the spirit
And remained it not anything else here
To be called my own.

To vanish into the five elements
Which compose us
Will return back to,
Earth to earth, fire to fire, water to water,
Wind to wind, spirit to spirit
And everything will be gone,
Is the truth of this life, human life.