The Mystic Journey

The corpse that I passed by

On my way today

Woke me up from my fantasy –

Of riches I'll hoard,

Of friends I'll make,

Of life I’ll live.

The parade that followed the corpse –

A pound of flesh, decomposing fast –

Earlier might have enthused him

To live better, richer!

The friends that he made,

The riches that he hoarded,

The life that he lived –

All but just ceased in a blink,

Heralding a lull to null all.

Who’re we then to hinder

The journey of this soul

That picked our body,

For a mystic reason,

Before it unites

With the Supreme Soul?