Ashes
Sitting in life’s departure lounge
Waiting to turn in to ashes
Bereft of longings and desires
But still an individual
In flesh and blood
Imbued with cool thoughts
Do the ashes mean an end?
Am I only flesh and blood?
Where was I until enwombed?
Why was I made?
Who made me?
Where will I go?
Ages have passed
But there are no answers
As a toy in hands of unknown
I remain a mystery
Clay is better than me
It lasts longer, as a clay
Something inside me
Compels me to think
Nothing perishes forever
Ashes are not the end
I will continue
Somewhere, in some form
Copyright © Kishore R R | Year Posted 2025
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