Foretell

The house resounds with mirth There isn’t a nook left unlit Death celebrated like a birth Making separation look not un-sweet! And this is what he had to say In the style of a prophetic foretell When I die I’ll be mourned for the day Next day will be a memory on the wall! To his credit he spoke what is right One death is just a person less He’s gone and not even fortnight The house is back to beaming face! It’s the right way to mourn the dead By those who held him close to heart Realizing life has to go on instead Of stopping for the ones death do part!