The Last Journey
The world dims to a standstill in shouting
incoherencies the fluttering heart spew, clinching
on today through the vagaries of inertness,
and seeking liberty, he sings the song of
life.
Then the finality of death.
And Agni's dance.
The soul ascends from the smouldering
cinders gradually dying and strives for salvation
in aether, becoming one with the universe,
as the universe was always him.
Fifteen days of mourning. Eight opinions.
Five brahmins to feed.
Twelve pieces of jewelry to melt.
Fish to eat.
Dhoti to wear.
Lassi to drink.
Judgment to fear.
On the sixteenth day,
a completion is attained,
and things return to normalcy.
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Date: 09 / 01 / 2017
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