2016 winner

The Grave Of Ignor Prewett

 by Archita Sinha

This is the grave of Ignor Prewett.

 

This is a flower

On the grave of Ignor Prewett.

 

This is a petal

Of the elegant flower

On the grave of Ignor Prewett.

 

This is a hand

Which catches the yellow petal

Of the wind-blown flower

On the grave of Ignor Prewett.

 

This is a toddler, smiling and looking

At the tender hand

Which grasps the delicate petal

Of the squashed flower

On the grave of Ignor Prewett.

 

This is a man

Remembering the toddler, grinning and peering

At the warm hand

Which clutches the silky petal

Of the rotting flower

On the grave of Ignor Prewett.

 

This is a lady

Who loved the affectionate man

Who remembered the toddler, beaming and gazing

At the fat hand

Which clenches the withering petal

Of the dead flower

On the grave of Ignor Prewett.

 

This is the old man

Who adored the lady

Who married the altruistic man

Who remembered the toddler, smiling and looking

At the tiny hand

Which grips the velvety petal

Of the expired flower

On the grave of Ignor Prewett.

 

This is a gravestone

Of the old man

Who fell for the forlorn lady

Who married the benevolent man

Who remembered the child looking

At the hand

Which held the yellowed petal

Of the lifeless flower

On the grave of Ignor Prewett.

Photo: Sam Lane

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