Response Poem 2 - Kumar Abhimanyu

In response to Agha Shahid Ali's 'Cremation'.


Your bones refused to burn
when we set fire to flesh.

who would have guessed
you'd be stubborn in death.

But not enough to come back
lying there making fun of us, I guess.

We had to break your skull with sticks
while crying, asking you to come back.

maybe we were stubborn too...

No. Fools!

Fools. That we were!
You, me. All of us.

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