Orphan Pyre

Unknown starts the fire, 

Slowly reaching height of pyre, 

The spark was unclaimed, 

Body was unnamed. 

No one died, 

No one cried. 

Prayers were not there, 

It only seemed fair. 

For the unborn, 

Now who was gone. 

Into the air and ashes 

Slowly fire's death too reaches. 

Abandoned and anonymous, 

Pyre had no one was so obvious. 

Who died then? 

Life which was invain. 

Unnamed unclaimed, 

Fire soon was dead. 

What remains were. 

Never claimed, 

Ashes in the pot 

were not named. 

Washed into the stream, 

Last thought was to beam. 

Farewell stranger, 

Meet your maker. 

There you shall not be unknown, 

There you shall be grown. 

No one to mourn and to fire,

Go away! 

Cold and alone is your orphan pyre