Death Bed

The rotten bamboos are tied together now
And it took a bed's shape.

I've been struggling
To prepare this bed,
And it is finished today!
The clammy tears are collected
To anoint the bed instead of essence,
And the white cloth is spread
To cover the Hell of the darkest glance!
My dear ones have burnt
Some cow dung cakes instead of myrrh,
And some black pansies are embellished
Instead of white!
A lamp of rat's warm urine is burnt
In place of holy sandal or musk Divine,
Crows and vultures reeled over the bed
Fox and dogs hauled!

The waning phase of the haunted moon
Prognosticated for some impending misfortune,
For I've thrown from the Gyre Divine
To a pond of rotten wine!

I've chosen some kids of slums
To throw my weight on their shoulders grim,
Leading their way to the funeral land
Slobbering and limping to the dark castle grand!

I rest on the wooden pire at the end,
Souls watching the elemental fire
Rising above---higher and higher;
For the Divine Love that once I poured blood and sigh
Now,prepared to be one with the incandescent Cosmic 'I'.