an ode to the dead
The oaky pier still consumes
The living can’t embrace the darkness
The heavens await the glorious return
The nether craves for what is left
The ashes fragile and precious
Get carried into the summer gust
The living wail and mourn, forget what remains
The reminiscences of the ones who left
The memories are my ashes
Ashes that visit, the ashes that prevail
My only suffering is from within
The pain of unending bonds and obscure lives
The silent walks I cherished, the stories of his younger selves
Gone are the days of tranquil summers
The autumn of despair returns,
The window will guide the summer gusts
The gusts that sustain his ashes
His memories are my ashes.
-Abhinav Sardesai
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