The Coffin
That squeaky stinking old coffin,
That has long been kept aside
For the day of Valentine!
That coffin-
Which has been there amidst all the hatred
And arguments
For love to be crammed into it-
For there's still plenty of love left!
The green & gray death
Colours
That coffin anew
For mesmerizing procession...
But the coffin
Still squeaks and stinks!
The coffin is painted scarlet & saffron,
With the lice of life & civilization inside,
With a waving flag
Fixed with the peg on a corner,
It was the very last peg
Hammered by the old man of love...
The old man
Will be carrying the coffin
Across the world...
To show —
Love & infections co-exist inside...
The coffin is the way
We live,
The way we bear our life
For our life is the same old stuff
Bleeding, stinking, groping for love to cram
Into itself-
The coffin is the way of life!
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