THE STONER

       I was sitting on the corner, stoned
      When out of the blue, my dead aunt phoned
      How could this be, she rests in peace
      Right beside my loving niece.
     
      I answered the phone, and my auntie said 
       “ I know you think that I am dead. “
        “ I am alive” - my auntie moaned
        Or Could it be that you are just - “Stoned “
.
       I was bewildered in illusion
       Was it my hallucination ?
      Both were killed in car accident -
      I never forgot that event.

     I was stunned ! In surprise, I found
     the graveyard all around.
     Starting my journey from the womb,
    reached last destination to tomb.

deathhow i feelrhyme

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