Rain is stopped like the moaning of dear ones <br />chanting stopped-not to repeat again <br />Peace on earth and his son is said... <br />Moving color is only this black <br /> <br />Drops falling on the tomb is not tears <br />But the final drops of a rain... <br />Whispers heard, are from the bored minds <br />Tired of wearing black suits and umbrellas <br /> <br />One is whispering-such an idiot he was <br />One is whispering-never returned my coins <br />One is whispering-moron will go to hell <br />Another one saying-let us go to bar and drink <br /> <br />I am looking inside the grave, terrified <br />It's so deep, how I will breathe from there? <br />It's so deep, how they can't think it will suffocate me? <br />I am attending my own funeral...<br /><br />Raj Thampi<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/funeral-of-mine/
