The Funeral

I could sense, the overwhelming scent,

From the burning of the camphor;

The white fumes that blanketed the room

Rising from the agarbattis;

The garland that made my body heavy,

The fire from the lamp that raised the mercury,

And here I was, dressed up in a new cloth,

With all elegance, like never before.

There were a flock of people all around,

But a few ones with wet eyes.

I wondered was it for my wings that got cut

Or for my flight that is all over.

But nevertheless, I felt this moment

The most remarkable event of my life.

And then, it was time,

To bid adieu to everything I loved

So passionately all this while

And embrace a new life.

Now here I live, buried in forever,

With all my dreams, aspirations and lust,

Turning for a little space,

In this beautiful coffin of mine.

- Vineeth Mohandas