Narayanan Ramakrishnan - THE FINAL PARTING

Brood writ on heart, I set upon the route,
Browsing, in the morn, that I knew the stored rude,
Memories flipped fast, of the days to the root,
Unexpected that happend, nothing but brute.

Ceased he, to share the shine and the rain,
Ceased he, to share, gain and pain,
Ceased he, to share, memories of time,
Ceased he, to share, fragrances so fine.

Minimised himself to a bunch of bones,
Unreceptive to his siblings moans,
Funeral pyre all set to reduce him to ashes,
I stood crestfallen, recalling his sweet brashes.

Narayanan Ramakrishnan

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-final-parting/