At the crematorium,
as usual, pyres are lit
to cremate the dead.
But,today,
the count is more,
five on the left,and
on the right,four.
Side by side;
some lit earlier,
some lit now.
Strangers, as
they were in life,
closer they came in death!
Feelings exchange in whispers,
of the accompanying nears and dears.
Eagles, circle up in the sky,
perhaps, bidding final good-bye.
Meanwhile,
another joins the queue,
thus adding to the,
grimness of the milieu;
promptly put on the pyre,
dear ones lit the fire.
The Sun is now set,
mourners take leave,
from their respective pet.
Time, age and gender unknown;
final destination well-known!
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