Sometimes death comes calling in early morning
When light breaks out in shards
Just before the new day begins
And the sun is about to smile
Death waiting then makes her move
She comes calling then
That is how tea cups roll over
And arteries go on strike
Blood and tea
Matching mixing
As death comes calling in early morning
Life is spent, the breath is over
Nostrils are clouded with cotton
Down below, toes are tied
All over, rose water is applied
Death is calling, dress him up
Be ready now, it is time to go
It is time to go
Let fire consume his body
Let the gods assume his soul
Let his dust swirl the wind
Let his bones in rivers flow
Death is calling
Let him go let him go
The flames rise and ashes are born
It is over: tears are futile, why try
And that is how fathers die
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6 comments:
The last part came as a shock.
I would never want to go through something like that. Tears are futile but you can't help yourself, can you? And no matter what you can't let go.
But dear My Ramblings: You, me and everyone in this good earth will have gone or have to go through it. All fathers (mothers, brothers, sisters, husbands, lovers too) will die, though we wish them to be forever immortal. And if tears fall, let them drop and flow but don't follow them
yeah, he will go
and so will she
i will go,
and you will too
there're fewer certainties,
in this so
uncertain a life
live while you live. only then can we live well! :)
Poetess:
Methinks
We both speak
Like conjoint shrinks
hahahahahaha! damned, now am i?
:)
Blue Athena laughs
A merry laugh
A very merry laugh
I hear I hear
Loud loud and very clear
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