Death

Secluded in a place no one can depart,

A place mesmeric to kith and kin,

Or was to be burnt and placed in an urn 

But kindred know thee can never return.

Let nostalgia bring lost back

if you demur the inexistence,

Let pictorial memories be in a stack

But the figure in a fortress be deep in the dark.

Were shall you place thee,

Below the tulips that mourn the gone,

Beneath the willow where the sun cannot see

Or where the rain cannot creep.

The sun rises and sets

Like in the ground shall return,

In your life live your best

Thou wrought, peace be at rest.