A Floral Procession

Prasun Goswami

Flowers adorn my body, is it a festival or a lament?
Even in the city of death, the ashoka blossoms.
A skull holds a lute, a melody's gentle sound,
Flowers adorn my body, is it a festival or a lament?

The world dies, the dance goes on eternally,
Stars fade silently, one by one.
We are all flowers, fleeting beauty,
Flowers adorn my body, is it a festival or a lament?

Death or life, all a grand drama,
Actors depart, but the stage remains.

  • Author: Prasun Goswami (Offline Offline)
  • Published: April 19th, 2024 11:59
  • Category: Reflection
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  • Thomas W Case

    Fantastic.

  • Alan R

    Amazing flow and sentiment!



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