Wreaths, shared wealth and lost breath
Dirges, eulogies and tears
Quantifiable, contractible or written in heaven
Women labour with pregnancy
Women labour with diapers, noisy infants and boys and their toys
Death, yet comes to shatter all that was
In a split second no one can see it
Why do was he born only to die again?
Do we die so we can live again?
Then come myths, religion and tradition
This one wants a body burnt
That one the carcass naked
The other the body worshiped
Is it worthy?
Neglecting the sick
Yet when dead adorning with diamonds and tuxedos and caskets?
Do they hear the words we shower, the dead
Do they smell the roses we stash on the graves?
Do they blame us for their passing?
Is necropolis better than earth?
Is there class or caste
Is the good life the preacher promise really there?
What is there so that one should leave the cinemas?
The love and the internet of the world
To a life under thick trees?
O ye dead men and women
If only you posted on my page pictures form necropolis
How mysterious you are
Soon, if you can hear
I too will be arriving