Roses For The Dead Poem by R. Kenaniah Santhosh Raj

Count the hands that bring roses to the dead,
And the eyes that shed tears for the deceased.
Watch out for the lips that give comforting words,
And watch how their love has suddenly increased.

Heart-melting words come from cold hearts,
And bitter souls express sugar coated emotions,
I wonder why it is hard find droplets of love,
While in the middle of this whole wide ocean.

I wonder why the dead receive more flowers
And the living recieve more stones,
When you need flowers to bloom,
And a tombstone to mourn.

But what if we gave roses to the living?
A rose for every endeavour; a toast for every new day.
What if we wear black clothes to a home,
And have no lies no say?