Oh!! Behold the still one...
motionless,
the wan, and the innocent face
The closed gloomy eyes.. Behold!!

There were days
when dreams treaded
those restless eyes..
Oh!! See…
These very eyes emitted
rainbow-hued bliss
Today too ..
the peace of a saint..

Feel the flow of the blood
that is frozen,
the potent warm blood
has collapsed
and he lies unconscious..

And Listen!!
No more responds to
even a single word..
The erstwhile talkative mouth
is rendered dumb
by the decree of the
the God of the South..

Many and many
prolonged wailings
too hard to bear
accompanied by warm tears
all around to bring him back
to his usual veins..
But all   in vain
Tears do nothing
but roll down and down
fused with pain..

Perhaps some strange power
has made him deaf
From the life, the soul
has flown away..

Remember!!
these chill veiny legs
that severed
“work as the God”
and moved here and there..

The man was perhaps
the rarest of the rare..

But now
All visits postponed
but planned beforehand
lie there paralysed..

Everyone’s face sings a lament
but not a single mark of ache
in him
Just as a piece of stone...

The man was a man in days ancient..
He is dead
And now
he exists only as soul..

See!! And See!!
The blackish smokes
engulfing the body
I see everyone’s happiness
fading away in the dark fume..

Here I see the rising soul
leaving all
to house itself in the
eternal abode..

And
here I am in total confusion
Whether to be sad
for the “near and dear is dead”
or to rejoice
thinking, of his “salvation”…
Whether to join
the tear-filled and swelling eyes
for “he will never come back”
or to relax
thinking “the real man to his real nest
has returned”…
Whether consider him “wasted in soil”
Or as “the pristine form to the Elements  return”