Funeral

The death, end of the life journey But not the end itself The joining of self to the universe The place of oblivion we can't explain. The body after death, a corpse To be cremated in such an honor The self, soul and their activities For which the body functioned hitherto. A funeral pyre we makes For its destruction on bodily matters The final destiny it follows Where it becomes flames and ashes. Funeral in varied customs and beliefs Changes of methods and things are one The final journey must be in calm without a return and repetition of the same. Honor the death, the will of god Your actions and life events are reckoned And matters to the humans Let the final journey come when it destines. In a calm and perfect time like a ripe leaf. .