Beauty of death

Why do people weep, while they pass on...
Isn’t there so much beauty death brings on...

Why weep for wrapping the white linen shroud...
It is with lilies that decorate my body...
Take my body in the ivory casket and let it rest on the wood
Let my body be consumed upon pillows of fire ablaze.

Why Sigh to carry me upon your friendly shoulders,
You Walk slowly to the deserted forest. I hear the song of the woods…
Hesitate not to say goodbye, as you turn me wood to lantern
Smell the fragrance of my heart into space for i was here and so i remain;

Why Lament, sing songs of joy as i turn ashes to wind;
Shed no tears upon me, hear the melodies of my pieces consumed in flames;
Utter no sigh of agony, see me grow shapes in the burning coal.
Disturb not the air's tranquility for i fill this space for i have my claims.
Why Talk of my departure with sighs in your hearts;
your eyes and you will see me with you forevermore.
Utter no regret, Regrets won’t help as i dance away in this wind tonight…
Screams and cry are in vain…Rejoice might never exist where i am now…

Leave me then, friends - leave me and depart on mute feet,
As the silence walks in the desert;
Leave me to God and disperse yourselves slowly,
That which Death is a blessing for this my new beginning.

Leave with peace, for what you see here is far away in meaning
Let even sun know where i rest, as i turn to crust
the memories of faces which brightened the day, Touches my face as I vanish In air…
Does it really matter if heaven and hell exist…
All that is desirable is to have the eternal Sleep….
Why do people weep, while they pass on...
Isn’t there so much beauty death brings on...

Nidhish P Kavinnamannil

A Poetry written for my film The Undertaker