At grave bed
Or the plinth of pyre
Where the funeral took place
Who cried
How does it matter anymore
Who praised
Who cursed
Bygones are bygones
Cause they are written off
And can’t be redeemed anymore
Those hands of yours does it, itch anymore
Those mouth of your does it spout nonsense
That nonsense that drove her to pyre
Ask her
While she moves to heaven…..