Elegy To Myself

All those years of wishes, craving, feelings 

Of wanting disappear without shadows 

But weeping and loud wailing on a brick bed 

is what remains 

In grave with companies of worms and 

Gentle termite 

Tears fall like spring water on my face 

Tears from men of colours in black suits 

singing chorus of we love you but the 

Messiah loves you more 

Love! That, they never share 

Love, I never knew 

My life's journey was like a tempest 

Falling and crashing without reaching safe 

Harbour 

And laughter made of fiction 

Only dreadful dreams come true 

The heartily wishes never come through 

Losing fate in life 

Then death comes to take me 

To the place of my dream – In the grave