Funeral of the Boss

Written by: FABIYAS M V

Scaring silence in
Intermittent scream cracked.
Gather kith and kin ;
Sacred chants wash them with the body ;
And the schedules are hacked.

Two cotton pieces
In the nostrils inserted
For the under worm princes
To play with ;
And envy in pity stranded.

Millions of rupees
Were not enough ; now satisfied
With a shroud worth a hundred rupees.
This silence and serenity
Are not fitted.

Myriads of reflections holy
In the minds gathered,
But only till the body
Is taken to the grave.
Then all the same pastures returned.


FABIYAS M V