As They Dug His Grave

As They Dug His Grave, a photo by firoze shakir photographerno1 on Flickr.

in sepulchral silent
away from his dead
body he stood
watching his
mourners
pain of dying
the ultimate
release
he understood
kishore bajaj
nitin motwani
joseph jacob
piyush
his colleagues
his well wishers
towards the
vacuous hole
of his grave
eyes glued
he was taking
nothing
his passion
his pathos
his poetry
or his worldly goods
shooting the crowds
the beggars the hijras
the naga sadhus
that had come
to bid him farewell
his two grand daughters
nerjis marziya
tears rolling
down their cheeks
would miss their guru
a funereal thought
poetically imbued
asif saif samiya
wondered now
finally
his last picture
no more be viewed
pickled poetry
no fuck words
just a stately sleep
no attitude
silence
on the streets
in the neighborhood
ali maulah ali maulah
dam madar beda par
bam bam bholenath
they relized
it was not his grave
his body given
to medicine
his spare gray parts
burning on sandal wood


The beginning of this poem came as a dream.. as I woke up and it is nothing but a moment of timeliness ..that I have bought forwards .. giving flesh to a skeletal soul in search of nothingness as they dug his grave is a tribute to the gravediggers , nobody remembers them , neither the living or the dead .. and they are the only ones who see death in repose .. each time they bury a body.... and among these grave diggers were jobless educated youth.. who had lost hope and were doing the only job available that was better than begging on the streets..