Sonnet Mondal
IN FRONT OF A BURNING CORPSE
A corpse was burning in the burning ghat by the sea.
A dog was looking at me and whimpering.
Amid the flaming sounds and laughter of waves
the sea seemed to be in a gossip with the skies
and the burning corpse looked like an ignited cigar —
smoked by the rolling drunk waters.
I felt like an infant ghost watching at its birth.
The tempting body caging the ghost
was leaving a world which loves to forget.
Breathing seemed as trivial as the cries of the dog
and life was no longer a doubt.
The roaring clouds above were like memories
warning of its presence to the transforming soul.
The flickering sodium lights were trying
to lighten the worth of loving and leaving.
All that was spoken and done
floated like vain lies over untiring waves.
I felt I was someone else
and while battling to become that someone else
I lost myself like a trifling dot in the infinity.