A message

I need not perfumed candles flickering

Near bouquets of flowers put in a public place

For my demise.

With empathy and understanding,

I led a simple life and by means honest,

I earned bread for my family.

If Corona came and killed me,

Blame not my family or friends

Or even the government

For I was destined to depart in this way.

My body did not have a decent cremation,

Nor did I hear my dear ones crying for me

For they were not allowed to accompany my corpse.

However, I could hear my my family and neighbors

Crying for me at home behind masks feeling sorry

For the way I was cremated with a delay of eight hours

Along with a pile of other corpses in a public parking.

Cry not my beloved ones, cry not my friends,

Life is just a journey from one dimension to another

And we will definitely meet again.

What matters most is how we traced our karmic path,

How true we were to ourselves and how we reacted

To the pains and needs of others.

All of us will depart one day,

Be it a grand funeral or a hardly noticeable one.

All of us will leave the planet when the time comes,

Be it the rich or the poor or the learned and the illiterate.

Death is that portal that leads to a better world

Where there is light of love and love for the light.

pramila khadun

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About pramilakhadun

I am the holder of a Bsc degree in Food and Nutrition from S.N.D.T University,Pune,India.Have taught this subject in a private institution for almost thirty-five years.Currently, I am retired and travel alot with my husband Raj, daughters Dr Rajnee and Priyum and son Airline Captain.Had my first book of poetry published by Minerva press, London and other two in Mauritius.More coming soon.I love poetry and enjoy reading poems of poets across the world and I feel Destiny Poets is the right place for me.

8 thoughts on “A message

    1. pramilakhadun Post author

      Amita, I am always equally fascinated by life and death, after life, there is death and after death, life.Both are equally beautiful for me.Thanks for the comment although the word ‘Macabre’ sounds misfit here for me, pls do not misunderstand.

  1. amitapaul

    I’m sorry you have taken objection to the word macabre but all it really means is grim and ghastly , and the detailed description of how the purported subject of the poem was cremated in a parkway after a delay with friends and loved ones crying behind masks at the manner of cremation is certainly grim and ghastly

    1. pramilakhadun Post author

      Sorry for seeing yr comment so late dear Madhumathy.Thanks for this wonderful comment.I love each word of it.


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