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May 2018
If you could
I know you would smile
It's time for your misery and anguish to perish
Your numbered days have reached their end
The wax has melted
The flame has lost its warmth and radiance
Just like the color of your skin
And your cold and shriveled
Empty body
That has finally admitted defeat
After fighting
since a horrendously long time
It has finally gained an everlasting sleep
Just a few more moments
promise it won't take long
I know It must be ruthlessly dark out there
But you'll soon find light
Cause these rites and rituals are on there last leg
the piles of cherry wood
Caging your essence
are about to be kindled in a minute
And I'm not going anywhere
Till I collect your remains with my hands
And place them on the sparkling surface
Of the placid waters of the Holy river
Under a hazy sky
beautifully illuminated by Twilight
I'll look above
And smile back to the brightest star
Shining luminously
As it enters the realms of heavenly delight
Memories of the day my grandmother was cremated
Praggya Joshi
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Praggya Joshi  24/F/India
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