Free thoughts "Funeral"

I singed the bleeding song of the cactus,

& my body gets soaked in the blood 

flowing through my eyes,

drying smell of a dead soul 

have filled my nostrils,

& in this chaos of feelings, I declare that, 

day-after tomorrow there is the funeral of my heart.

My silent scream,

which was unheard by you,

have unknowingly reached the Chandala's,

& ironically they have arranged flowers 

for the last rituals, 

people too gathered from all around, 

friends or foes, I don't know.

But who cares until you are not in them.

However, there is no need to hurry,

there is still sometime remaining,

as my funeral is day-after tomorrow,

& in the meantime;

I will wait just as Neruda said, 

sadder and lonely train 

waiting in a rain.

:- Pawan Jha