A Old Saying On Death. Poem by Gangadharan nair Pulingat..
A Old Saying On Death.
The fire proclaims
While laying the dead in pyre
I am swallowing you not my own
The destiny and duty entrusted me
To take back you in me for ever
Surely you are engaged to be reborn
Unless you are entitled for salvation
The fire the ultimate power
Ever ready to swallow anything, everything
In Indian traditional customs on death
Fire have a place to act with.
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6/1/2024 6:29:05 PM # 1.0.0.1119
a wonderful piece, Gangadharan!