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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Author: Sangbad

A published poet. Avid Reader. Favorite authors (few) are Satyajit Ray, Saradindu Bandyopadhyay, Bankim Ch. Chatterjee, Jhumpa Lahiri, O. Henry, Gabriel Garcia Marquez, etc. Music lovers. Love to hear Rabrinda Sangeet, Anjan Dutt, Enrique Iglesias, Mozart & Beethoven (though can't say which is who's symphony). Dislike to get clicked. Love to be self (introvert).

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