I espy a bright face
with seraphic charm
glossy pink lips
and tenderness of juvenescence.
I feel a divine message
without a sound
there the soul slumbering
unruffled on this
flamboyant flower bed.
The body embellished
only for the soil’s sake.
And the embalmed spices for stink’s sake.
Ready to move beneath
six feet of earth,
The gateway to the eternal soul
for a fresh start of novel life
into the eternal
abode.
The sentiments,
the worldly opulence,
the Earthly fame it doesn’t take

it leaves behind only
the shrieks of
the devastated Loved ones.
The soul makes but futile
Attempts to console
its kith and kin
Alas! that soft milky face
shall only be
food for worms.
Grave is but a fine and
private place but none
I think embrace it
Willingly.