Stench Of Death

By Lalsa Verma

It is they say

When the body fails

And the flesh falls off the bones

It is what you feel is the stench of death

It is they say

When the vilest people sob, and pray

Praises are heard in every corner

And friends and foe shroud in the same shade of dismay

It is that when you know the stench of death

It is they say

When the last of your breaths dwindle

The life in your eyes start to fade away

And the oldest memories float up their way

It is that when you feel the stench of death

They say a lot but I can’t agree at all

Long before the body fails and flesh falls

‘What will the world say’ kills us all

And it is that when you feel the stench of death

The freedom of the soul is shut in a small box

But rest assured for the car we drove was mighty

And beyond what we could afford

When the dreams we swiftly crushed for they did not fit

The general construct

It is then when you feel the stench of death

When thinking ‘out of the box’ is so important

We miss that it is the simple where the power lies

And waiting for the big day

We tread on the thousand simple joys

It is that when you feel the stench of death

When the wildness is sheathed with etiquettes

And happiness becomes measurable

When ideas should fetch profits

And imagination holds no place

It is that when you feel the stench of death

So, remember when they say you died

They talk of the carcass, not you

For you died with that crushed dream and lost wildness

That day, it is the body that took the last breath

But the soul was long back suffocated and killed

And that is when you feel the stench of death

By Lalsa Verma