New Sky

by Kingshuk Chakraborty

Touch makes the life sing

Doesn't stop even by a death

Body dissolves in panchabhoota

Than listening to its breath!

So when she has gone,

A new place, I know

Will have the rising Sun!

Why should I

Fill myself with dark clouds?

Let the flowers blossom

Along the road we crossed

And may a scarlet Macaw in me

Descry

For the wings to touch-paint

A new sky.

NB: Panchabhoota are the five primary elements, where the body dissolves after death, when cremated.

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