On the riverbank, there is half burnt <br />Firewood, an old pillow, a tattered quilt <br />And a broken terracotta pot <br />All spread out all over the place. <br /> <br />Four bamboo sticks are at four corners, <br />Still burning with smoke. <br /> <br />The water from the river flows and it washes <br />All the charred firewood left, <br />And it soaks the torn quilt and pillows. <br /> <br />Only, the body is not there. <br />Those who watched the cremation <br />— Have also left. <br /> <br />So, the wind starts to blow <br />In the dark of the night <br />Crying for the deceased.<br /><br />Sudipta Biswas<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/crematorium-4/
