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A river has always been likened to journey. Sarala talks of the urns (with the mortal remains) floating in Sangam calmly. An evocative and poignant verse of the final journey, in Different Truths.
See that urn floating in Sangam
With so much of calm!
Many people are urns waiting in line with more to be floated with grace and honour !
Those poor souls have already
Joined the cosmic beauty!
Just ashes left…
Some are wailing
Some are singing
Some are drumming
Some ladies wiping off their sindoor
That once beautified their forehead
Some are in tears
Breaking their glass bangles
Once adorned their mehndi-decorated hands
Into the river!
I turned back with a heavy heart
And just a drop of deep emotion
Drenched my cheeks down to my bosom!
Photos from the internet.
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Sarala Balachandran was working with an import-export organisation in the administrative department for 38 years. She retired eleven years back. Married, with two sons aged 43 and 36, she took interest in writing recently. She writes free verses.
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