Dr.Suryaraju Mattimalla


“Oh my son, my son, oh my son,
Oh mother, are you calling me?
Yes, my son.
Mother, you died a week ago.
How can you call me?
My son, yes, I died, but I am still burning in your woods.
They are not yet burnt me
My mother, what about my father?
My son, your father is still burning in the fire.
Oh, my mom, I can’t believe it.
Yes, my son, I, and we.
But you are burning us.
We want to die peacefully.
We want to have peace of mind after our death.
But your cremation is burning us for millions of years.
My son, why are you creaming us?
Is it your gift to your parents?
Mother, It is our culture.
Oh, mother, it is our million years of Sanathana Dharma.
Oh my mother, how can you question our cremation?
My son, trillions of souls are burning in the fire here.
In cremation, no dead body is at peace.
We are all burning, burning, burning for millions of years.
My mother, this is our way of life after death.
My son, don’t burn anyone.
Bury them.
Everybody needs honour.
A dead body needs respect.
A dead body needs peace of mind.
Burning a dead body is not an honour.
My son, burning the dead is not a sign of respect.
My son, burning a dead body is a crime.
I am burning, burning, burning.
Your father is burning, burning, burning.
Your forefathers are burning, burning, burning.
Your foremothers are burning, burning, burning for millions of years, my son.
Bury your next dead son.
Don’t go by age-old honour killings, my son.
Cremation is a crime, my son.
It is a brutal crime against a human being, my son.
Cremation is a crime against humanity, my son.
Cremation is the double murder of my dead body, my son.
We can’t bear millions of years of burning in fire, my son.
Change my son, change my son, change your religious rituals, my son.
Don't be swayed by ancient brutal crimes, my son.
Allow daughters to bury their parents' bodies, my son.
My son, daughters and sons are equal.
Stop cremation, my son.
My son, bury the next dead body.
I want respect, my son.
I want honour, my son.
I want peace of mind after our dead son.
Respect me after my death, my son.
Burring me is an honour, my son.
Burring me is respecting my son. "

  • Authors: Dr.Suryaraju Mattimalla
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  • Finished: July 17th, 2022 02:30
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