Crematorium Poems - Poems about Crematorium

I spied a valley low Across the road from the cemetery A Columbus monkey swinging by The trees of the vale Stood tall and forlorn Observing the crematorium Covered in light gray smoke As morning traffic streamed on by Giraffe reached for the tallest bough And I thought I heard the leopards growl And by the road was a troop of baboons As people walked on...

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Let me tell you a story on a midnight journey, To a crematorium, through an undergrowth ferny; At my age between sixteen to seventeen, In nineteen seventy eight; with a dusky scene; A time, when, young and old of our villages did boast, Telling prevalent stories on terrifying ghosts; Experienced elderly men and women narrated them in such a...

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My friend once got into a crematorium. As I promised him, on a certain gloomy date, I brought him to the sea, with grief and sorry. What for? Of course, on the sea to dissipate!...

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dead bones rise in ashes, furnace spews clouds smelling putrid smoke, tongues consume bodies all, aeolian whispers fan Varanasi’s fierce appetite, prayer flags wave like a wick of hope while the ruddy Ganges silently flows...

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Before the dawn Listening unfamiliar talk Through the buildings opposite Following the cluster of temples, Feelings on my thought mixing- Morning Prayer gong in peace: the bell. Living wood on a dying fire ask Did we know the truth of us? Emitting rays of east, Radiance on a river reflect As I reach to the bank. Early morning, Ongoing cremation...

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The car that brings that box with requisite solemnity purrs reverently to its gentle halt. The engine is well mannered, so quiet I hardly know it’s died, yet the silence now is solid, till men in black, with practised gravity, pass to the rear to slide out that box from its car-borne bier, where it sat like a slab during transit. Now it commands my...

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