The Funeral Motif!

Once,
We stood by a pious body
But he lay motionless
And our small hands
Trembled enough
And the Principal got his silence;
Seamless white flags Fluttered in the silence.

And mourned
An early kindergarten showcase!

The pyre
That burnt both the “innocence and
The frailty of a kid”, reflects
An atmosphere of horror and savage grief.
But the pious body
And his threatened vengeance!
Today:
A conjugal manifestation of desperation…
There were lurid flames,
There was angst of unbridled thoughts
And there were dried tears.

Here,
How do I relive
A nursery funeral march
For a friend wasted,
Wasted in false Patriotism!

This is how:
Pyres of dead are numerous,
For numerous were lives.
But the funeral motif was single,
For we cannot live.
And still the same!