Panic All Around Poem by Shah Surja

Panic all around.
Dead bodies were bathing themselves,
Involve themselves in white shrouds,
Body, clothes, perfume sprayed,
Tur mountain burned soil - Kohl's colors, petals draw the eye.

They are all dead,
Lying in eternal rest,
Broke open the door of prison,
Every night - comes up from the grave,
Unpublished words - to express.

Auditorium them in my house
In their words - I'm writing a paper
Our meeting - is over in the morning.

Then, became busy - going every graveyard
Everyone goes back inside the tomb,
I just - from the out side
Every sunrise - making the door of tomb.