A Last Respect To A Friend Poem by Ponniah Ganeshan

You have decorated my face
According to your whims and fancies
Or based on thrust with your thinking
From that days onward, all words I had for you,
Disappeared
All smiles I had for you.
Dried up and vanished.

Among the flies swarming around your dead body,
I am disqualified even to pay my last respect,
With this thought, With this thinking,
I place my wreath at your head
Not to be seen by anyone
Yet your memory is lighted up
In the oil lamp with a pedestal.

The soul is accountable for the body
As long as it is alive
And the body become corpse when the soul
Is passed out of it on a date unknown to us
The advantage of the soul is to keep it up empty,
Without allowing unwanted things to invade
To have peaceful mind till the body meet its fate.
My dear Friend!