Death’s Parade
Like monsters, waking up at night
I see death parade itself every night
with carpet leading all the way to the matrimonial venue
GRAVEYARD
I have seen how my mother watches with envy
Her eyes, mind, gestures, in all form wants to join
And with death become newlyweds
for a happily ever after.
I deny death to father my young,
rather I let pain to parent me, us.
Pain is not perfect, sometimes it entraps us
and eventually free us, for some time.
That is Pain’s only mistake
hence nobody is perfect.
