Prize!

If my pen keeps on flowing towards meditation. People will declare me dead and bury me alive. For they can see my eyes closed. Not even bother to check whether I breathe in or not. When I was buried deep in my meditation For they themselves declared me soul less And buried my body deep down in distress. After meditation when I open my eyes I found myself buried in graveyard. Thank you for offering me the prizes which I got along with your kind praises. Though when alive, I couldn't get any recognition. Now its the time to come out of my graveyard, Just to tell thank you my dear! Let me relish those prizes While I am resting in my grave yard Which I am going to wear For they were the beautiful Jewels to be worn around my neck. They are the prize given Mistaking me for soul less one. How can I forget For they were given by dear valuable person. My dear don't forget to engrave my name in golden letters. I am happy to see my unmistakable name engraved Let me relish those wonderful moments Thank you for the recognition given. Now I am flying on top on my way to heaven. I hope this poem is going to reach unmistakably the right person. Though he buried me alive declaring me a soul less one Thank you my dear from core my heart! To accept anything with smile is also a part of meditation! Thank You! ©ALL RIGHTS RESERVED BY GEETHA JAYAKUMAR 2014 © 2014