though he looked calm
he was worried all the way
as his sons carried him on their broad shoulders.
the dead brahmin, finally smiled
as he was laid
on the funeral pyre
made of finest sandalwood
from the forest around.
that was his last wish to his sons,
you must use chandan and nothing else.
don’t give me to some low-cast corkwood
even before sum of my deeds is calculated,
i know, on the pyre, it will burn me, to the hell.
Oct 10, 2020
Oct 10, 2020 at 5:39 AM UTC
though he looked calm
he was worried all the way
as his sons carried him on their broad shoulders.
the dead brahmin, finally smiled
as he was laid
on the funeral pyre
made of finest sandalwood
from the forest around.
that was his last wish to his sons,
you must use chandan and nothing else.
don’t give me to some low-cast corkwood
even before sum of my deeds is calculated,
i know, on the pyre, it will burn me, to the hell.