I felt my conscious faded during deep sleep
but came the brightness and gone back soon
again I sensed blend of dusk and daylight all at once
snout tried gulping air and heartbeats licked already none.
Murmuring sound of two, three or four I could hear
one praised my innocence, I wondered how of why
my favorite roses spread fragrance, I felt drowsy
Chanting voices, mantras of priests, sneezing mother
Pity looking my dad, weeping sister, consoling crowd, and
pretending missies who risked sticking sadness to their faces
not succeeding, their faces indexed their minds vividly well.
I loved walking in a procession, but then I walked the pageant
People prayed God to bless me with heaven and peace
I prayed back for all, wished them good journey as I had.
Author notes
The funeral portrait.
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The visions in my mind. A sad occasions & yet a release from lifes burdens. A kiss from God's lips perhaps. Life & death revisted.
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I found this a very awkward write. Thank you for entering my contest, thank you for sharing and better luck next time. Keep writing.
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I feel this is very listy in parts where more joining words could be added to prevent this. I like the direction you took this - although somewhat predictable, you added nice touches within this. I love the first stanza most, seems very descriptive and intense.
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