She weaved warmth of metaphors
To reside in his melancholic emotions
Art of healing wiping out his tears
She perked at least in his living poetry
To survive love created boundary
Beloved kissed her inert corpse
And covered her charming countenance.
Mournful chants and funeral hymns
Still whispering about her departure;
Soul leaving body thus awaiting rapture.
Doesn't she fix her invisible crown?
The one wrapped in white holy gown,
Doesn't she chase him dusk to dawn?
The one tasting the longevity of darkness.
The one putting in a home of loneliness.
Petals of carnations covered the grave
Verses of breeze reminded him true love
Lyrics of drizzle tempted to free her dove
He covered it with his blackish jacket
And with the one living in heart he left.
Sunday, February 28, 2021