Ceremony

Nightingales were enchanting in a garden Near, oak like gigantic tree, then of sudden My Aghaz came with others and informed Papa; a lovely Nightingale, dead, calmed Lying there and over which flock of his kin Hovering, kissing, singing, praying without sin. “For funeral ceremony, a call, singing a dirge”. Brought by them, three leaves from the tree, Dug the grave, variety of petals they gather Put the leaf, sprinkled the petal over that And laid the angel on that with mirth, together Again covered the corpse with petals and Covered with other leaves and tied with bark Gaily and softly they lifted and buried down Moan for seconds and All said, ”You merge” Seeing the ceremony merrily I laughed and whispered, Such a holy death! Are they rehearsing for me! A surge Note (Aghaz is my youngest son, Full name: Sheikh Aghaz Aftab, he is 6 years old)