Macabre
You came shrivelled out
from the ashen world of
Apoplectic gloom –
funeral pyre, lapping the skies
Dragonian
on the western ghats of the river Ganges
That
You had made verbatim
with me
wizened by my emaciated age
That is no more; no more
to feed life
on the burning ghats
Parasol of chanting mantras
All dead, and lifeless
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The imagery,as usual,is startling.A multi-layered poem.
So much thanks dear Sir Vijay Nair Ji.
a deeply moving poem,you . consuming narrative.
Yes, very aptly said. Connotating the nihilistic meaning of life till death, even of mantras also have no effect of its chanting the dead spirit.
So much thanks for your precious comments respected Sangeeta Gupta Ji!