Funeral


At one twilight or fleeting dawn,
Someone is carried to a distant mile
Far from the reach of life
Away from the passing of times.

No mourns, no regrets and no last words...
Just the silent feet carry to the embrace of death
The pale skin burns, quiet and slow,
Only ash and dust are left underneath.

So true and tranquil are all departures,
When, chaos fill up the lives
And all those moments have finally today,
Changed into burden of blissful times.
Boundless freedom, eternal rest awaiting ,
While today we are yearning for ties
Time's moving fast, faster that we felt
Its not long before it all subsides.
Maybe this is how end feels like,
When someone is carried to a distant mile
Far from the reach of life
Away from the passing of times.

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