Shaming DeathÂ
From time immemorial
human ashes are immersed
in the holy waters of Ganga
as phool, petals of divine flowers,Â
stripped of bodily apparelÂ
streaming through unseen andÂ
unknown water paths
Dissolving with the clay of the urnÂ
Flowing with no destinationÂ
Entering the mythical andÂ
Discarding the ordinaryÂ
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Always wrapped in enchanting talesÂ
of mythology and the sacred,Â
Ganga stands deeply shamed todayÂ
Disrobed and violatedÂ
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Ganga rebels,
her chest heaving, gasping asÂ
the bug infested human corpsesÂ
float in pristine waters
As unconsecrated bodies
Not sanctified by fire,Â
No burial nor cremation
The living abused by maladiesÂ
Death denied of reverence
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Bodies are carcasses todayÂ
Dehumanized and disgracedÂ
rolling wild over the wavesÂ
reversing into the world of beastsÂ
Dispossessed of sacramentalsÂ
Divorced from ritualsÂ
and ceremonies
evolved over centuriesÂ
to respect life,
To lend dignity to deathÂ
as yet another journeyÂ
UntitledÂ
Where shall I write
the paper twists in pain
all space is in awkward crinklesÂ
Where shall I paintÂ
The canvas fills
with sighs and whispersÂ
As I lift those brushesÂ
I carry the cross nailed byÂ


PrefaceÂ
Why would the tiger of silence not leaveÂ
any pug marks behind in the forest of words?Â
My poems emerge while searching for theseÂ
pug marks amid the cacophony around,Â
picking words that cancel all noise in themselves,Â
such that pulsate in echoes of meaning and thenÂ
vanish into colourless space 바카라”Â
past sound beyond meaning.Â
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Sukrita Paul Kumar, poet and critic, was born and brought up in Kenya. She held the prestigious Aruna Asaf Ali Chair at Delhi University. Her recent collections of poems, amongst others, are Country Drive, Dream Catcher, Untitled, and Poems Come Home.Â
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