Pall-bearer
He has seen the nakedness of the palpable death.
How many times he has walked to the cemetery behind the innocent coffins from a child to the elder.
His tearful eyes lament but tears almost dried.
He always thinks the auspicious day will come and who goes with him?
He lives in his entire life with the cenotaphs of different souls.
Though he is an adolescent nobody loves him.
He never catches a girl's true smile as he may be smell of death?
nimal dunuhinga
RAJ NANDY
It is a job which is not only thankless , but something which no one likes to think about ! At Delhi's crematorium I found this job is being done by a particular set of OBC people , where the work is handed down from father to son ! A pandit is also available , and also one who writes the important document called the 'death certificate' , withouth which the living gets into problems ! All a part of the job in a society ! Thanks Nimal for your thoughtful composition ! -Raj
It is a job which is not only thankless , but something which no one likes to think about ! At Delhi's crematorium I found this job is being done by a particular set of OBC people , where the work is handed down from father to son ! A pandit is also available , and also one who writes the important document called the 'death certificate' , withouth which the living gets into problems ! All a part of the job in a society ! Thanks Nimal for your thoughtful composition ! -Raj
Raj Arumugam
a brilliant and sympathetic portrait of a fellow human being, Nimal...
a brilliant and sympathetic portrait of a fellow human being, Nimal...
magnolia
I think it is called'occupational hazard' Nimal. It tends to follow you around. I was a GP's receptionist for years and known as 'the dragon' ! A well written piece of human observation...Maggie
I think it is called'occupational hazard' Nimal. It tends to follow you around. I was a GP's receptionist for years and known as 'the dragon' ! A well written piece of human observation...Maggie
So true, but someone has to do the job. Well penned!