Free …. Free at last

Free ....

Free ….
Free at last

The pointed stick hit his skull
The burning skull
Red hot
Snapped and shattered to bits
One more ritual was done
The pain was felt by almost none
As the body of my dead father fumed
Smoke filled the air
and my lungs with this unique smell was consumed
The smell a mixture of
Burning wood
Burning flesh and bones
Burning incense sticks and ghee
At last he was free
From the duties of the living
The emotional trauma
The false connections
The love
And the bitter rejections

Free at last
Free of expectations
Free from the un called for traditions
Free from the ego trip of friends and foes
Free ….
Free at last.
The Unicorn

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