Words Of An Idle Mind

The One's Who Are Gone(poem)

The casket is sliding down here,
Six feet below all the forms.
There, the abode of a soul is now
Burning with all the rituals and norms.

Prayers are being held,
Eulogies are being said,
Few in joy, many in pain
Artless tears are being shed.

As haunting ghosts or guiding spirits, Some feel their presence.
Some try to forget them,
To get rid of the emptiness or fake pretense.

But the ones who are gone,
Are neither at peace nor turmoil,
Others' pain, anger, anguish, envy,
Has held them in cage, held them in coil.

They are not remembered with smile,
They are not remembered with soft memories,
They are just remembered with painful eyes,
They are just remembered with unwarranted curses.

The ones who are gone desire naught,
They just wish for semblence of the White Rings,
Beyond which lay few returns,
They just wish to be feathers of Almighty's Wings.