AT THE FUNERAL
Today it has taken place
Though it's a circumstance
A circumstance , we all shall face
Left many in dungeon of stress
Now realized it's more like chess
Today sitted at the funeral
In the zone of vociferous condolences
Sharing sit with a sorrowful mate
Though everyone was in pensive gaze
All this evoked my pitiful dried tears
There sitted at the funeral
In the somber attic phase
A high toned voice fading in cries
Buffled me into a pensive mood
Living me with aught to say
There at the funeral
Travelled to the cemetery yard
Ready to bury the corpse
A body view event commenced
Gathered myself together to be bold
There at the funeral
Permitted my ego to take a glance
As beautiful as a daisy she was
In solemn state
I began to ponder
Though things seems subtle
There at the funeral
In the midst of deploring multitude
A thought came up in my mind saying
She was once a blessing
Today it's more like a curse
Leaving people in plunge of distress
There at the funeral
People uttering their eerie mind accusations
My heart was already devoured
Asking God why , giving & taking
It's more like a punishment
There at the funeral
Shivering with emotional pain
Though there was no rain
Yet in the midst of contagious human heat of more than ten
I was behaving like im insane
Till today
I live like someone without a name.
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