Voids

In all directions they were buried
the ancestors in the field;
And 2 bags of salt was used for each
to mark their grave barren.

That day he lies on the cot
near a barren plot
and contemplates for long
slipping into siesta.

By dusk he remembers
to light the lamp before his
grandfather's passport size photo
taken out of the ration card.

while in the field
The voids are lost in a jingle of shadows
and silently the moon light seeps in.

The flame flickers due to gust
and he watches some shadows talk
beyond the fluttering windows.