Funeral

The mourning and wailing
Of the dear ones, all through day and night
Sobbing heartbroken at the loss of a life
Come all sort of people to share the pain
There are the cries of guilt
There are the cries of pain
And there are some special ones
Who cry for fake
Some don’t know how to react
Or how to console
Some stand in silence
Wonder what they think
Some are busy greeting others
And sharing the happenings of their lives
After the funeral everyone goes away
Only a few stay to help in the daily chores
People move on with their lives
This is what we all are worth
In a moment everything ends
Only a few would remain there to remember us
And really regret the loss
-Drishya V Prabhakaran
27th October 2008