The cells in the body withers one by one,
As there is no oxygen and no respiration.
The cells die and releases enzymes,
Bacteria and fungi grow and eventually decompose..
The heart no longer pumps,
Blood stops flowing, coagulates, forming clots.
Becomes thick and lumpy and it settles,
The skin becomes brown, hard, and brittle.
The temperature of the body reduces,
Muscles stiffen in the process of rigor mortis.
All the sorrows of family &, friends in the funeral,
Later to be buried and all of this is for real.
The process of decomposition releases various chemicals,
Putrescine and cadaverine, ridiculous bacteria's.
Causing to stink that no man wants to witness,
This also releases countless other gasses.
You bloat up like rotten pumpkin,
None can witness, family, friends and even kin.
Looks like hair and nails are growing,
But the fact is, the body is shrinking.
Departing of a soul from body is for sure,
For sickness in relationships, there is no cure.
In this travel called life in a flesh and blood vehicle,
When your stop arrives, we can't even say farewell.
By
Sanji-Paul Arvind
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