Contentment

You couldn't kiss my shroud

You couldn't claim that I was your stalwart lover.

But you do one thing,

Plant a sapling on my grave 

And allow my soul to reside in till contentment.

Slurping all the water 

You will sprinkle,

It will mushroom 

It's leaves with pride.

What the mortal body could never achieve,

What the mortal body could never feel,

Sanction that feeling of love and care

To my aspirant soul till contentment.