All For His Sake Poem by Jayatissa K. Liyanage

Thousands feet trampling lawns, unhurriedly
Many faces, gazing at each other, non-smilingly
Exchanging thoughts in few words, meaningfully
All for his sake, yet he does not know, admittedly

Few, repeatedly playing back same narrative
Countless times, in the same mood
Gazing eyes at infinity or into blues, up in heaven
Sympathizing him, sans his acknowledgement

Few being busy, little more than others
Serving a curtsy drink, with no petulance
At corners, small clusters whispering in to ears
All about him, he remains indifferent, nonetheless.

One next to the other, in equal prominence
Respectfully attired, simplicity willfully upheld
Sustaining serenity and peace, by and large
In his name, yet he doe not know or even felt.

Stretching across a myriad of banners
Portraying the same thing in diverse words
Flowers too laid by side carrying notes
Directly to him, and unwritten to others

Ready to be taken out in embellishment
Customarily held respectfully accorded
Disregarding acceptance from bona fide legatee
Of the occasion, for, it’s his interment