Posthumous

By Abhirami J. S.

I’m excited about death ,

The puzzling depths of its uncertainty ,

Priceless bliss of dark reverie ,

Thrilling pages unturned by anything sentient ..

An existence murdering the being , birthing the soul :

Don’t wrong me , a person oblivious to religious dogma and spiritual ideology .

I speak for the person between their citizenry .

For , a humorous trait of humans lies on the veneration of the dead

After the vengeance showered on its alive form .

All wins every argument they involved in after they are dead

The alive counterpart cherish the lack of acknowledgement of its rival

While the dead unfolds its victorious smirk of death .

Dead forebears in an old age home sickeningly lamented over by sons ,

Executed assassins reasoned by electorates

Who lit candles for his victims the last Sunday .

Philosophies of a late wordsmith praised by his despised critics ,

The cachet enjoyed by neglected dead virtuosos .

Oh , Dead ones .

I envy your privilege

Your public anonymity

Supremely the never known taste of death you relish

Oh! Dead ones, I envy the delightfulness of ascendancy you savor in the strong grip of death !

By Abhirami J. S.