Shyam

Funeral

Like rain…… here comes all the pain.

We sigh…… as if remorse is all we gain.

They cry…… about the conflicts that remain.

When the light within breaks the chain.

 

Is it just a pause or is it a turn,

In the great, long game of life?

Is it the darkness or is it the end,

That comes with this bloody strife?

 

Things will change as the world amends,

The rambling nature that breaks and bends.

Still we don’t see the great extends,

That, everything begins and ends……….

 

What is the wish? What is the gift?

What do we ask for and what do we pay?

Is it all we have or is it what we get,

At the end of this freakish day …?

 

Comments1

  • Cheeky Missy

    Wow. What a thought-provoking consideration. Fascinating! I like how you expressed it and the reflections. Very nicely expressed.

    • Shyam

      Thank you Comrade!



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