Saturday, January 17, 2009

A piece of Shroud

Life as I remember
Told by an elder
A mysterious venture
From cradle to grave

Just a span of darkness
Very difficult to live
There’s nothing you can do
Because this is differnt

Just a drop of tear
From a heart that did care
About final wear
Of the very dear

Just a piece of cloth
From bottom to top
Wrapped all around
I fear if it is a shroud

Only one man lying
All others weeping
Only one man motionless
Rest all mourning

Just a word of sympathy
To console dear ones
From the ones
Who came up the loss?

Just a piece of shroud
Makes you feel cheated
Just a piece of shroud
Makes you feel defeated

Just a piece of shroud
Makes you collect all past
That you wouldn't have cared for
But for the final depart

Just thickness of shroud
Gap between death and life
It is all in his hand
And a call from the grand (god)

Is white in color
Symbolizing purity
Hiding your deadly sins
Rubbing all biasing

What?
Just a piece of shroud

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