Saturday, 22 September 2018

Death.


Death... Silence...Silence

Sadden or delighted relations

But the life cycle continues..

Many those lived together

Now lost in the emptiness

The silence of heart, lungs..

The silence of a million cells

Silence.. Silence... Silence

Soil with worms and microbes

Tore’s soft  skin and bones

Remnants as the carbon rocks

In the heap of soil with grasses

If Spiritual say the soul

Enlighten and moved up

Death is the silence silence

Lived here that is the fulfillment.

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