FUNERAL: A Poem by BHAVYA SHREE V

Incense is burnt

And it's odour

Pervaded in the -

Nook and corner

of the hall.

My body lay on the floor

Covered with a white cloth,

Even they knew

Black was my all time favourite.

Water is kept in the

Near by pot

Silent cries of unseen and ignored folks,

with an inexhaustible flame

Trashed

by hollow screams.

Only lurking sobs are left.

I haven't got this

Much awe

When I lived

And the folded hands

Left me tricky,

Along with a beautiful

Wreath on my chest.

In the corner

I could see

How my 20's and 60's kins

Were busy to find

Right messages of condolence

In Google to

Offer condolence to me

In status,

With the image of

my frozen body

With a frozen mind.

Right away,

Eared a scream,

'186' views.

And cries of '121' views

Again

Stillness...

But

I, to whisper soulfully

Thank you for

THIS

FUNERAL...

by BHAVYA SHREE V

Hailing from a small town in Kasaragod, Kerala. Presently working as a College Lecturer of English Language and Literature, in the district of Kasaragod. Being a bilingual poet of social and personal realism, under minimalist writing,she hopes and longs for the readers of a better understanding of Marginalized Sections.

Spouse: Krishna Kumar A, having a kid.

Parents: Vasudevan Nambiar & Bharathi M