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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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