FUNERAL

 FUNERAL

Incense is burnt

And its odour

Pervaded in the -

Nook and corner

of the hall.

My body lay on the floor

Covered with a white cloth,

Even they knew

Black was my all time favourite.

Water is kept in the 

Near by pot

Silent cries of unseen and ignored folks,

with an inexhaustible flame

Trashed

by hollow screams.

Only lurking sobs are left.

I haven't got this 

Much awe

When I lived

And the folded hands

Left me tricky,

Along with a beautiful

Wreath on my chest.

In the corner

I could see

How my 20's and 60's kins

Were busy to find

Right messages of condolence

In Google to

Offer condolence to me

In status,

With the image of 

my frozen body

With a frozen mind.

Right away,

Eared a scream,

'186' views.

And cries of '121' views

Again 

Stillness...

But

I,  to whisper soulfully

Thank you for 

THIS 

FUNERAL...