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Ascent of a man
We celebrated his life
After his death
He was such a nice person
Very artistic, humble and friendly
Accolades came more and more
Like rain drops in monsoon time
I wonder if he was listening
And contrasting with his past encounters.
May his soul rest in peace
We prayed with closed eyes
I had no idea
How did it leave his body?
Where did it go?
And how can it rest?
Any way
There he was free at last
From the gaze of the prying eyes
From the pang of hunger for someone sweet
Free from thirst for being loved
Impressive and important
Now
His life exists
Beyond body
Beyond charms of allurement
Beyond the agonies of failures
Beyond quarrels, dramas
And washing dishes.
His life celebrates
With no need for information
For knowledge or wisdom
Degrees and positions
Krishna said to Arjuna
Death is assured for one
Who is born
So, we do not worry
Just celebrate
The interval
And beyond.
So we did.
After celebrating his life
With good food, drink and chit chat
We moved on
Went for grocery, gasoline
And garage sales
And waited
For others to celebrate our departure.
((*I*))
January 2010 |