When death arrives
the breadth stops
The lips quiet
Eyes closed
Cheeks prominent
Giving the looks of a statue
The eternal message of god
When death arrives
the wind stops to move
the man starts yearning
remembering the beautiful memories
birds giving a sad tune
for the people we are immune
But then I asked God
'why to meet and then to depart
is the saddest tale of a human heart...'
God was quiet
I looked with my sight
I felt the caress on my hair
It was no one but the father of Heavens
'I sent my soul through the invisible for what man is profited; a body is the guest chamber of the soul and a never dying soul is fit for the sky '
The body turns to ash but the remembrance of man is left
By
Manmeet Gulati Ghai
