The Burning Ghat
My heart is a burning ghat
With cadavers of memories
That roll in like clouds
Seething with noxious fumes
Tormenting me day and night!
How I struggle in the shackles
Of those painful reminiscence
Which remains alive in me all day
Compelling me to relive
Those pensive moments again!
The burning ghat is full
Overcrowded with carcasses
Scattered far and wide
One by one I torch them on the pyre
Trying to get rid of them forever!
But from the burnt ashes
Those memories rise up like the Phoenix
And Invade into my heart again
With ominous claws and pincers
Threatening with harrowing agony!
There is a burning ghat in every heart
That glows with embers of memories
When fed in thoughts, it causes pains
Trying to incinerate the happiness of life
So be oblivious and let it extinguish with time!