Poem by Tanni Bose
She wandered in profound anguish,
She strolled in colossal delight;
She marched with steely affirmation –
To the sacred heart’s domicile.
All she carried was her tattered robe,
With the ash of her deceased self,
Sat on the heaving porch
As prayers ebbed to her help.
With verses of peace,
Holy water rested on her lap;
If only it could offer rebirth,
Alas! It landed on ash not on earth.