The Flame of Pyre

 

Born…death…death…born…

Life goes like this, right…

Born and reborn–again and again…

When flambeau touch the pyre,

We get amalgamated with the panchobhoot…

—-

Once my Grandma narrates a legend from Ramayana…

The pyre of Ravan never went out…it is still burning…

Because his wife Mandodari never wants to be widowed…

Doesn’t it seems like a metamorphic notion…

You die with some left over incomplete story or desire(s)

And born again to fulfill that keeping the flame on….

—-

 Life…death…death…life…

Yarn of the life unfurls like an orange peel…

Like the phoenix–self-immolate…and…incarnate…

Life…death…death…life…

When flambeau touch the pyre,

We get amalgamated with–

Earth, water, fire, air, ether…

Born…death…death…born…

Life goes like this, right…


National Poetry Writing Month Day#30: Write a Poem About Something that Happens Again and Again

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15 Comments Add yours

  1. kittysverses says:

    A very nice and meaningful poem. Great one for the prompt.

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    1. Sangbad says:

      Thanks Kitty…actually it was an off prompt poem wrote down to capture my thoughts that moment…

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  2. This was a very meaningful read!

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    1. Sangbad says:

      Thanks…yes sometimes I think hard on this cycle and pyre…

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  3. The reincarnation… it keeps going on until we are free of all our earthly sins and desires.

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    1. Sangbad says:

      I also think so…

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