(A)'Live" Funeral

The bridal garments, shimmering golden,
The eyes flooded; the sun sits ashamed,
All the surroundings wept and wept
For their beautiful flower, their flower
About to wither.......................

A pyre of sandal arranged away; here
Is a life to be corpsed, a bud;
'All will end soon'; they say as ever felt
The unsaid speaks, 'along with you'.

The elders drag her to the sandal
"You will become immortal,
And the body is but ethereal.'

Unable to flee, she mounts the pyre
All weep, but the waters do not
Quench the fire which hold her.
The next second, a pile of ashes remain.