Commemoration

Commemoration In my commemoration they were standing on my grave I was onlooker to them far from eternal base Claps by the hands offer of garlands Shaking neck side by side a note of publish in some face Women and men most of them were contemporary saints Among colleagues only few were chewing gums I wished to pour down myself in the mid to accept Whether they will recognise me with personification Remembering again they missed me era back I concluded wish not to cede in front of men A game of culture forced by time Waist slanting remained to see my broken legs pelted by unknown stones Lots of such plays in many squares producing traffic jams I did not like to see more only once in a year Lost charms could not germinate cult in heated mid day burn Amicable loyal showed by clouds covering sun commemoration.