THE LAST RITES

THE LAST RITES 
         BY SANJAY YADAV 

One day, I saw the last rites of a man ,
A sight filled with pain , emotions and sorrow among the peoples.
The dead body was carried on four shoulder,
While chants , song, and the beat of drum filled in air.


When I reach the graveyard, the body was laid down,
And the rituals of the last rites begun.
Watching this,I thought of the man 
So brave, hardworking , a protected of his family ,
Through the hardest struggles of life.


He toiled day and night to earn for his home,
Rising early, never shriking his duties.
He never brought trouble to his family,
spending every moment thinking of them.
sometime , he could not even return home,
because his work demand much .
yet, all who knew him respected him 
Across the village and beyond.


But today , he has left his earth forever,
His family mourn , overwhelmed with grief 
and pain .
Struggling to emerge from the darkness,
Day and night, think about him.
Remembering him even in their dreams,
The first night was hardest.
No sleep, No appetite, only sorrow.


Oh God , you give humans the grief of life,
But death brings pain beyond measure.
Yes, life and death walk together , hand in hand,
Yet death teach a lesson:
No one can fight or overcome it.
When children are born, life begin,
But death always follows ,
Claiming the soul that once walked among us.

And yet, in hearts he leaves a flame,
A memory that time cannot earse .
Through laughter, love and stories told,
His Spirit lives , eternal , bold .



" What We have once enjoyed deeply
we can never lose . All that we love 
deeply become a part of us " 

" Those we love never truly leave us.
There are things that death cannot touch " 


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