A Funeral Framed
The funeral procession
Moved in silence
Through the empty lane;
Otherwise,
A busier street of,
Puddles during rain,
And those buzzing horns off,
On all by-lanes,
Gave no goosebumps,
As always.
The sumptuous ride,
of the fabulous virus,
Created fear amongst the masses.
The funeral of my friend too
Laid off in silence.
Only a handful loved ones
Could attend her last rites.
I remembered,
Those golden school days,
A few decades back,
Then we shared our tiffin
And gossips together.
Knows not when we lost
The contacts of each other.
Meanwhile, life got busier
With the challenges as ever.
Today,
Her freshness smiles in a frame
Where the breeze couldn’t caress
Her pepper white hairs even in vain.
When I looked back, I realized;
The worth of one’s presence in our precious lives!
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Geetha Jayakumar
May her soul rest in peace.
Copyright © Geetha Jayakumar | Year Posted 2020
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