When silence talks much louder than any words could speak,
When blindness is the surest way to see,
When all the storms build into an havoc of Tsunami,
And still remain the calmest and most peacefully moment in life,
Irony of the mighty dragging their empty plates to beg for a crumb of bread,
And the stupid Paradox of solace in the graveyard of the dead,
Death is the silencer of all speech!
We all run for life and for our lives not knowing where we’re heading,
Same old curse of sin in paradise,
I thought that the one you spread so you must lay on your bedding,
And I also thought that the wake of sin is death-so wipe your eyes,
I put a burial ceremony pending,
To attend my crazy neighbour’s daughter’s wedding,
How I convinced myself?–Let the dead burry the dead,
And let the living marry the newly wed,
On second thought I came back to the cemetery,
There was not a soul,only weak,harmless,spirits roaming around an open pit,
A heap of earth by,
The weaker ones never quit the cry,
And wails that I believed,
I heard the name of the bereaved,
I was tempted to laugh at all this madness,
Of feeble spirits cry as they lower a box into the floor of the pit,
They mumbled a chant and then one who seemed like their leader,
Signaled something that seemed like a sign of addition,
Perhaps ordering addition of more Earth to conceal the box underneath,
That’s when those weaker ones almost threw themselves into the pit,
In anguish,
“Dust shall go back to dust,
And the soul to He who gave it”,was the last,
Words I heard before I drew closer to the pit to take a look,
The nature of my vision had me shocked then I shook,
It had DKT.Benjamin Twalia,My name,in bold,
Then R.I.P initials that made my blood too cold,
To move,
When I took a closer look at the box,
I was laying there prostrate and my folks,
All around me ignored me,
I seemed to be not there-inviscible,
It seemed all mattered then was the “me” lying in the box!
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