Obituary By A K Ramanujan

Father, when he passed on,
left dust
on a table of papers,
left debts and daughters,
a bedwetting grandson
named by the toss
of a coin after him,

a house that leaned
slowly through our growing
years on a bent coconut
tree in the yard.
Being the burning type,
he burned properly
at the cremation

as before, easily
and at both ends,
left his eye coins
in the ashes that didn't
look one bit different,
several spinal discs, rough,
some burned to coal, for sons

to pick gingerly
and throw as the priest
said, facing east
where three rivers met
near the railway station;
no longstanding headstone
with his full name and two dates

to holdin their parentheses
everything he didn't quite
manage to do himself,
like his caesarian birth
in a brahmin ghetto
and his death by heart-
failure in the fruit market.

But someone told me
he got two lines
in an inside column
of a Madras newspaper
sold by the kilo
exactly four weeks later
to streethawkers

who sell it in turn
to the small groceries
where I buy salt,
coriander,
and jaggery
in newspaper cones
that I usually read

for fun, and lately
in the hope of finding
these obituary lines.
And he left us
a changed mother
and more than
one annual ritual.

by Ramesh Iyengar

Comments (8)

Sadly and honestly, the poem went over my head; but thanks to the comment of Lantz Pierre, I understood some bit of it after a second reading and wondered at how a poet sees things that ordinary mortals do not, and how he can express his thoughts and realizations that the latter cannot!
without an explanation, i'm confused about what kind of animal the poem is describing. i just looked it up, snakeheads are a kind of fish, an invasive species. like swans? white? waddling? ...? ? ? and as a poem, speaking of its craft—? ? ? -gk
Very imaginative perfectly penned piece. 👍
Loved the poem about the swans. Beautifully crafted.Thanks for sharing.
Beautiful poem on swan having touching expression. It is right to be chosen poem of the day.
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