I am submitting ,"The Living And The Dying" to the Writer's Block February IBPC.
The 'Living And The Dying', is my unpublished poem and I am not representing any other group.
My mail id is
sivakamivelliangiri@gmail.com.
The Living And The Dying
Because my brother and I
were going to see a soothsayer
and because we had to cross the countryside
we went past the rubber plantation by bike;
I smelt tyre burning and then saw fire.
As we got down to stretch our legs a little
the putrid odor of those black fumes came
as if someone was driving it towards us.
‘’I cannot stand this stench, ’’ I spoke.
The smoke forked its way in between the rubber trees;
even if we had not gone nearer we would have known
it is the human body that burns thus.
Tessa, poet from UK, wished to see our sacred parchments.
She wanted to know the manner and time of her death;
I thought aloud, ‘the whole beauty about death
is its unexpectedness.’
Great men, the world over have taught us
how to accept death. The charm of dying
is to willingly let go; for some it is the fight
to live a little longer.
But in the register of death
there is no extension whatsoever.
Sivakami Velliangiri
