On Funeral! Poem by AFFAQ NABI

And when we die, everybody cares about our funeral.
Someone will hurry up to maintain the grave.
We came and sailed away like a vapour bubble,  
Sooner or later, we'll be rendered to some cave,  
Some will likely care about the carrying, somewhat
it might not be delayed, my name will be referred to
in the minarets of the shrine, and
Everyone will sign and say, 'O! Sorry! 'I'd left them far behind;
they would now recline, When sun will set, and moon
will consign,  the stress would mount up in their minds,  
A strain of eating, and serving the lamenters...
Drinks and meals they will put aside, then there
will be complaints after hugs and
kisses amid the female
Gatherer's, gents would talk about the current affairs,  
Some will argue about politics, some on famine years.
Separate meetings will be set up between the heirs.
Hardly, some one will shed a few tears,  the real story
Is between me and my grave.the springs will come,
And the wind is never weary, how do I, as a human being
In the world, behave? within this dilemma,
I've get to pass by the grave site. 
my spirit would
Narrate its tale in the same night.


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