All wrapped up, he lay…
My Papa in sheaths of unbleached cotton
And plugs in the ear
Not wanting to hear
The harshness of crying any more
Where would he go I wondered-?
All packed and done…
In grains of rice and burning wicks
In coconut halves and burning twigs
This was no pitter patter of a journey..
Only an endless calm it seemed
How would he make it I thought
With a face so pale & eyes so shut-
Perhaps that’s how this journey is done,
The child within me thought
“You are a fool”- A voice within me said,
Soon they shall burn him
And the stench of the HE shall be,
Mixed then forever into eternity,
Of twigs from mango trees in the backyard
And coconut shells lying amiss
He shall perhaps smell
And then perhaps he shall waft
Into the North –Eastern breeze
And to his land blend….
© 2011 Maitreyee Bhattacharjee Chowdhury
( Image courtesy Google)
15 comments:
how sad, well expressed lost.
bless your papa.
stay strong.
Excellent.
Very moving. I too lost my father. Thank you for sharing.
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Poignant! This is the final destination
Death is never the end. Lovely poem.
Thats hard hitting yet beautiful.Not easy to forget.It will stay with me for a long time.
Very thoughtful, moving and touching.
So very touching!! grievance and pain is felt in each line..!
My heart felt regards.. be strong!
Cathartic. Bless your soul.
touching words.
beautiful thoughts..
Such touching expressions of loss and death. My heart felt regards.
God bless your father.
It is always hard to write about the loss of loved one. But you have shown strength in penning it all down, the ordeal.
God bless.
Sad yet a lovely poem.
I wish to extend my heartfelt condolences Maitreyee…
May Lord grant you all the patience and strength to endure the loss and overcome the grief…
I know the loss of a loved father. Your poem speaks of another culture than mine. So personal an experience of the death pire. Blessings.
I found your sentiments to be tender and loving, those of a child for the father. The journey that you took us upon a simple and inevitable poem of love. Thank you.
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