About The Last Day from a Dead.

About The Last Day from a Dead.

Dressed in good wardrobes on which I have spent hard all my life will now mix in dust with me.

Watching the people who unlike me spared some time and gathered to mourn over my loss with flowers in their hands, sadness on their face and prayers in their mouth.

Accustomed to bear my absence I feel Painful for my loved ones bursting in tears.

No envy continues with people whom I had differences with because it is easier to forgive people who are no more than ones who are alive.

about funeral from a dead person

I won’t fear being placed in a six-sided rectangular box as I have been rehearsing all my life by building walls around me where I suffered alone and no one was permitted to enter it nor was I able to break it.

The box now holds only my powerless body without soul and not anything that I have gained all my life. It is now that I realize “At the end what matters most is how good you were as human”.

The first step towards my last journey begins as I am carried out of my residence which I had built with bucks I earned sacrificing my dreams, my time and my family with whom I stayed not lived.

About The Last Day from a Dead.

I Spent my life trying to be independent and not ask for help. I am now Placed in a vehicle with the help of people to haul towards the holy place for last rituals.

Heading towards my real destination I discern that the far I tried to run from this the more I came near to it.

I see the grave newly dug to make a place for me to rest on the land which does not belong to me but rather It is I who belong to this land.

about funeral from dead person

The love and compassion which I have starved for is now in abundance as I feel the final kisses from the people gathered.

A piece of cloth covers my face and the door of the box now shut.

I bid goodbye with regret that I did not live the way I wished to or the way I should have lived but all my worldly desires, sufferings, worries and pain vanishes now.
I now Rest in Peace.

rest in peace

 

A Poem on Life

 

A Poem on Life

A Poem on life.

 

You want to fly,

With a luxurious life.

You want to shine,

Even if others be in dark, you won’t mine.

You want to Rise,

Let someone pay the heavy price.

 

An earth is Round,

You will have to frown, shut in the ground.

Water has no shape,

It will take away your fame when it showers insane.

The wind has no eye,

It will scatter all things as it cannot judge HI-FI.

The treasures gathered will not be measured.

Only as a lovely soul you will be remembered.

 

Live like a child,

With the meaningless things untied.

Glow like a star,

Who doesn’t envy with the fellow’s shine and enlighten ones in dark.

Attain with effort Not to Exploit,

For your name to exalt.

 

Listen to your heart and make a fresh start,

So that you may happily depart.

– Hilda J. D’souza