I am thrilled to see my coffin
Set sail in watery weather,
It is not made of iron box
Full of ice chunks for there is
No pounded body to be buried,
No scalp to be covered,
no ceremonial mourning.
It is made of bamboo sticks
Nor to be burnt, but laden with
burnt desires, desiderata of
bygone days, in accessible ,
it sails from this end
to a different long shore
it sails amidst rough weather
but unmindful of it,
I too follow it
Hoping to reach it intact.
It sails, sails.......
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