The numerous trees overlooked the road,
Watching the multitudes pass by.
“Save trees, save trees!” chanted the crowd —
Placards and slogans filling the sky.
“What’s the point?” asked a tree.
“What’s the point of shouting so?”
“They hold up paper that comes from...
The pyre was laid in the middle of the ground.
The mourners were silent; they made no sound.
Flowers were heaped in a great mound
Onto the body who, in white, was bound.
“Who will light the pyre?” the question was raised.
A vast expanse of the glittering seaCatching the sun’s rays flawlessly;Adorning it itself with the colour of the sun,Silently and gently flowing further down;Against the orange sky, the radiant sunTaking its bow, indicating the day is done.Endowing...