Thus Spake The Narcissus Poem by Mohammad Younus

The first to arrive at your graveyard am I,
The narcissus!
I am never late to tell you the good news,
That your near and dear are blooming in paradise,
I know You are just seeing their shadows in dreams,
Do not be scary, their shadows love you still,
As they loved you when they were in flesh and blood,
But you run away from them in terror!
Like a child who is frightened by the headless apparition!
You hang the clothes of your loved ones in your wardrobes
But you dread their phantom shadows haunting you in dream
Your children, too, will shriek at your sight...
when after death you will come to visit them in dreams
Tomorrow the house you have built will be like a ghost house
The people who enter your house will first make it sure that your ghost is not there
Your friends and relatives will perform ritual prayers...
...to chase away your ghost from the house,
Generally, people do not love their dead,
They love their property that they leave behind.

MyKoul