when my mother died
I never thought I'd be
broken, hollowed out
almost faint in the bathroom daily
until she died
I never thought that
I'd touch her bones when her body
was turned to ash
it was very sudden
and quick
it was like a hammer blow
on the throat
and on the ankles
my dad told me that
death is also a part of life
he was much stronger
my whole life
I had perceived him weak
but now I saw the iron will
of a man who has seen
many deaths
and put the ash and bones
in Ganga
and how I had to stiffen up
to have steel like nerves
and courage of only
a common man
who can see someone die
and flow away majorly in Ganga
partially in the air
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PoetryThis poetry book is very raw and it is straight from my heart. The poems include titles pertaining to life, love, death, ambition etc. There's no particular poetic tools that I've used it's just instinctual writing from whatever I've read till now...
