Even Last Home, Not Lasts

a poem by Sureshbabu P

Home Sweet Home!
With no any door.
Where being alone
Ne’er I feel lone.

Sun rise or set
No light I get.
Fierce wind or rain
I feel no pain.

Kith and kin, all
Whether happy or sad,
I ne’er feel bad,
Nor even be glad.

So safe over here,
Slowly disappear to where?
This home, the last
Thou good, not lasts.

(Note: Here Home refers to Grave and
I refer to a Corpse in the grave.)