My last journey

by Sheena Singh

It rained last night

the smell of wet soil

stuck to my nostrils;

as I lay amidst my folks…

Stuffed in a glass coffin

No more aches,

Nor heart breaks

On my embalmed body…

I’ve turned cold

to the world outside,

Just few minutes away

from my final journey…

The East wind just blew

my head side lamp;

fragrance of sandal

lingering all around…

The white cotton sheet

Falling off my toes

It's cold outside

Cover my toes please.

My voice choked

as I called them;

my dears and nears

weeping in corners…

My golden streaks

Crumbled on the floor…

Let me comb those

Show me the mirror please.

My stern puffy eyelids

refused to budge

The cool sea breeze

Ripped my lips apart...

Alas! They called my name

For, the pyre is being set…

The wait is finally over

for me to embrace fire…