Too Unripe to Wilt

Too unripe to wilt!
that yester bud gladdening our hearts
with fat prospect of floral boom...

No doom merchant presaged your doom
the eve of doom,we dreamt as one
our bat eyes veiled to hovering REAPER
Lurking and flashing sadistic teeth
longing to quench it's violent thirst

at dawn wailing flooded your door
and my spirit faltered when news broke
your dreams,hopes,starture,looks..all gone!
wool-bared nostrils,ears and mouth
cheerless a sight yet doused my doubts

your chilly remains in cold bier of morgue
your coffined shrunken dreams, morticians chaired
to the cheerless home where wreaths no use!
Armies of maggots&ants wait with bated breath
in massive hope of massive feast
my bulging eyes of ember red,
my raging mind at vicious death,
simmered when swaddled remains wombed subsoil

Tenanted ghosts of equal ill-fates,
frequently chirping gay crickets,
wailing wandering distressed souls...
eternal neighbours in subsoil world

littering unhelpful wreaths I loathe
ridiculous post-humous grace!
In crowd I'm yet to see your match.