On way from Santiniketan to Kolkata, September 19, 2015.
When the dead are taken in a lighted van
The moon descends
Water shines
Still below, in peace and clear
A friend the fear becomes
Away the ghosts turn
The crowds wait, without a voice;
Nothing moves yet
It is a celebration of night
The morning knows
The flowers dance on the road
Little lives that spring
Little hands that work
Unaware until the end.
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