the desolate pyre waits
to consume the departed
smoke and soul
mingle and evaporate
what was once flesh, bones
now memories
ash
even the pyre
sacrifices its own self
feeding the earth
recycling the spirit
Farewell
till we meet again
***
As an afterthought, I realised what a contrast this and my previous post are.
But then that is what life is. Full of contrasts.
SONYA KASSAM 
And yet is it only the memories that truly ever existed?
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Something definitely worth thinking about. I appreciate this thought.
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Dear Sonya,
Thank you for this poem. It brings alive death in this person’s mind, and that is a good thing.
All good wishes,
robert
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Death isn’t one of my favorite topics and I was very double minded after I posted this. I actually discovered this poem in an old notebook. I had forgotten about it.
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Beautiful!
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Thank you!
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I like your poem of Pyre.
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Thanks Ranu
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