What will the world be like?
When my body will rest eventually
On the surface of this earth,
Ready to be buried in a dug pit.
How will the aura be like?
People moaning, lamenting,
Priests chanting prayers,
Disturbing noises in chorus,
Where my body lay still,
Wrapped and packed in
White sheets and fabrics.
Who shall carry out my final death rituals?
Who shall bury me and cover the corpse
With mud and prayer?
A selected few; my close ones
Will beg God to bring life back into me.
But they know not that
The body has found its home,
In the coffin placed next to mine.
The body now shall
Decompose and wither with time.
And what shall remain,
Will be mere skeletons of mine,
Representing the fleeting time...
Well expressed...It has a deep meaning!!♥️
scary one
Outstanding! Literally, it stands out as one of your best I've read so far. Beautiful. ❤️
And yes, your poetry will live even after you rest in peace.