Graveyard

Black and curly smoke is moving up
Bearing the dreams and desires of a man
Along with his soul, still disliking to leave the world!
Though he was a truth until last day
In the hearts of nears and dears he is nothing today!
There are thousands stands around in silence
Afraid of death that comes to hug them too,
Giving no warning with silent steps towards.
Some are here and there with murmmerings,
No tears from any eyes are falling down.
Flames taste his flush with its bloody long tounges
With yawnings in their lucks and delights.
Everything lasts within minutes as a dream,
All are dispersed giving shake-hands eachother.
Some are moving as philosophers and consoles:
‘Body may lose, but the soul will never die’.
Somebody reminds: ‘Nothing to do here with tears,
All are in the hands of the Lord who controlls.’
Friends say eachother in ears, looking at the funeral:
‘When he was alive howmuch sins he did
Telling ruthless words and senseless deeds!’
Each leaves forgetting the scene and sharing funs at last
Consoling his wife with their stumbling tones very fast.
She crys aloud recollecting her lover and says:
‘Let me live in the sweet memory of him until the end’.
Though everyone goes on their duties as usual
I am still at the graveyard; for nobody knows
The man whom the tounges of flames are tasting
Very sweet on the funeral is nobody else!....
                          - Kesavan Kavumthara