A Funeral Framed

The funeral procession Moved in silence Through the empty lane; Otherwise, A busier street of, Puddles during rain, And those buzzing horns off, On all by-lanes, Gave no goosebumps, As always. The sumptuous ride, of the fabulous virus, Created fear amongst the masses. The funeral of my friend too Laid off in silence. Only a handful loved ones Could attend her last rites. I remembered, Those golden school days, A few decades back, Then we shared our tiffin And gossips together. Knows not when we lost The contacts of each other. Meanwhile, life got busier With the challenges as ever. Today, Her freshness smiles in a frame Where the breeze couldn’t caress Her pepper white hairs even in vain. When I looked back, I realized; The worth of one’s presence in our precious lives! All Rights Reserved! Geetha Jayakumar May her soul rest in peace.