The soul does not need garlands,
Nor incense or candles.
Nor it wants people, weeping around,
As they come when a human is put in the ground.
All those who did not care for,
Didn't bother when alive, will come from afar.
Only to pay respect to the body, lifeless,
They couldn't come when the soul missed.
There will be many who will be glad,
That one is gone, will curse thinking they're bad.
There will be few who will feel the loss,
Yet there will be some standing with no remorse.
All those that loved the soul truly,
Will remember the good past and not the ugly.
And those that hated madly,
Will never feel sorry for, honestly.
When alive, none to offer a drop of water,
Yet, they will all come to pour milk in liters.
They will not think of sacrificing even a grain,
But when a soul departs, tears will pour like rain.
As long as we humans are here,
Respect should be mutual and mere.
As one gets only one life to cherish,
Don't become a reason for them to perish.
By
Sanji-Paul Arvind
**Do not judge my life based on my poems; My Poems and my life are 2 different things.
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