The Coffin Poem by SYAM CHANDRAN PERINKULAM

My maternity will accept you
Encrypted songs will be your lullabies.
You will be enraptured by my mellifluous tranquility.

Ephemerality of pleasures, futility of relations....,
You will be taught.
You may be learned to doodle the picture of Lord
On the wall of your heart.

Your ideas of life will be altered.

I shall teach you to understand the whisperings of midnight stars.
Secret prattlings of withered leaves.
Sexual lust of snakes.

You will be booned with everlasting spring...
You will be opulent in perpetual bliss....
Dead body replied:
You cannot be my mother's womb,
You cannot be my magnanimous father,
I cannot hear the orgasmic gabblings of my beloved from you.