Innocence

Innocence

There she lay bedecked in red
On the bamboo-coco-palm leaf bed
Rosy petals on her body spread
Awaiting the last journey ahead.

Awaiting the last journey ahead
The blowing conches rent the air
And beating drums create a scare
There is a silence everywhere.

There is a silence everywhere
Except a few moans and groans.
Once in a while a head or two
Pops up to have a glimpse of the corpse.

To have a last glimpse of the corpse.
Bubbling with life just moments ago.
Oh why did it happen so?
To her children it would be a mighty blow.


To her children it would be a mighty blow.
Ah! The children! Where are they?
“Two gems they are”, so people say.
Down in the garden they seem merry and gay.


Down in the garden they seem merry and gay
Quite unaware of the happenings around,
Laughing and playing with energy abound,
Not at all perturbed by the conch and drum sound.

Not at all perturbed by the conch and drum sound.
Oh! Innocence! Art thou a gift of God?
To the children of this world
To guard them from being harmed?

To guard them from being harmed
From the woes and sorrows
All mortals are cursed to nurse.
Oh innocent children! Thou art really blessed!



Oh innocent children! Thou art really blessed!
For-
As the cortege leaves,
The children from the garden
Come running past the crowd,
“Oh sweet mummy dear! We are back here,
Come serve us our food, hungry we are, for sure!”

Dear Malathyjagan,
The poem is very poignant & touches a deep chord in our heart. I was reminded 0f
Home they brought the warrior dead !
Love,
Chithra.

Dear Malathi,

A very nice poem and very touching too.

Keep them flowing.

Thank you both Chitra's! for the response. This was a poem written after seeing a real incident.

Dear malatijagan
u make me imagine the last journey through ur poem
they say the departed soul still sees the happenings around till all the 10 days cermonies are performed wot would be the plight of the soul watching its innocent children asking for fud when she lay on the bamboo bed covered with rose petals?

hi Malathi,
surely being an innocent child is a boon.

I am sure it would have been torn apart and miserable.

Thats very true.No sorrows at all.