Odour of Death

ODOUR OF DEATH Fumes of incense sticks Death sneaks into the drawing room Without consent of none. Shivering mourning, snub off With night spreading over Remnants of obsequies Twelve basket full of charred dreams Odour of death smothering Oh! mourn Jerusalem Son of Man is beaten. Next morning Death has the odour Of stinking mouths. Over perfumes poured Stinking death demonstrate a route march Shrouding her wings Death nothing but death. Shuddering tears Like diamonds- Flame of candle bowing Over the cross. Time has come, sun drops dead Flames fading Trusting two ropes The deceased sinks to bowels Of earth, A sigh of relief Death leaves a photograph on the wall Death smiles My friend, Comrade.