dEATH

i suppose..

i guess..

death is..

mere movement

of the soul from

one house

to another..

then what

do i

feel Mother

when i see

death occur?

what makes me cry..

Mother

what makes me lament

in pain?

dear Child..

you cry for

their unfulfilled dreams

left orphaned behind

for the life

spent

and given up on

for their

unrealised selves

that will take new form

you cry

for the guests

who left your house

for new ones

to never return to yours

you cry for

the way they packed up

n left all alone

not realising

what they are leaving

is really their home

you cry for the house

that has no feet

to walk

no wings

to fly

no voice to speak

to call out…

to reach out…

to let them know

they are welcome home