Parties-frocks-
laughs and giggles
on birthdays,
what about
Deathdays?
Red-yellow-blue-
green gowns
on birthdays,
Black cloaks and
umbrellas at
funerals;
Not even a
proper colour,
just a darkened
shade...
From the cot,
the cry of joy is
heard,
but no voice
came out
from
the
coffin.
The cheeks
of the new born
so warm;
Just cold lips
left of the dead body.
Pureness of birth
has faded
at death,
just ashes and
tear drops
in sight.
Why laugh
at birth,
instead of
weep of death?
What's the difference?
For birth of death
itself is
Birth
...
For Death is just
a another
Birth
...