FORLORN
The coffin lay
on the tiled floor
of the crematorium.
forlorn and withered
The lace and silk
adorns the body
pale and peeling like parchment.
Husband is at home
keeping company
to a lonely house.
No use crying over
spilt milk.
Life must go on
as it used to be.
Son and daughter
sit far from her
eagerly waiting
to finish things over.
Mourners observe time
to go home
to resume their work
half done.
All wait
for a close relative to come.
A car door opens.
A man gets out and
hurries to the coffin.
Mutters a few
comforting words
to the son, standing.
The hot fire
embraces the woman!
A sigh of relief
from the son!
Now he can resume
his thesis writing!
