The sunken mettles

The day was astonishing
 and panic
A handsome person was
His hardest time.
Time gulped his life into
Stalemate and inanimate.
His soul wafted through
 empty.
The pristine soul
 couldn't embrace his 
body again,
The pristine soul couldn't
 love his body again.
A wonderful visions were
 drifted in the eyes of al,
It was not levity.
There was numerous
 astounding tales.
There were eulogy and
 criticism.
His ianimated body
 was no stalemate,
The power of the body
 Was wafted down by
  destiny.
The animation of body
 Was gulped at a time.

There were whispering 
and murmuring sounds.
The body was unheard
 about it.
There were buzzing words,
It was usual and unusual.
There was great memory,
It was heard and
 unheard.
the heard was gulped
 and the  unheard was
 vomitted.
The history of his life
 digged here.
But so because,
The pristine soul
  couldn't love his
 body again,
The pristine soul
 couldn't embrace his 
body again.
A buzz, a whispering,
 murmuring sounds of
 dubious words were
 there.