I shall lie in silence
On my metal bed
Adorned with white linen
With flashing lights
And colours
Attached its knobs
In the middle of the cubical room
With many eyes set on me
As their feet walk
Round my bed
With heavy hearts
When my days
Are over on the
Shores of the living
I shall sail home
On the wings of my caller
To return
To the eternal abode
Where I will only
See the foes of my works
I will be exalted
By strange lips
For what I have not
Worked for
On the banks of the
Open crust
Where I will make
Peace with my origin
Scrolls will be read
To the passing ears
Saying, he has left a vacuum
Which cannot be replaced
My citations will drowned
Their hearts with grief
But those feet shall walk back home
Hurriedly with intentions
Of sharing my labour
They shall leave flowers
On my solitary new found home
Under those ancients trees
Where yesterday’s ancestors
Had converged for several hours
On that desolate place
I shall be there alone
To face the veracities
Of my handiworks
I cannot see or hear
What will be done
To my hard earned reputation
To the seed I planted
The mansions I acquired
The titles I was accorded
I shall lie in silent
My name will diffuse
Among their howls
My image will be clipped
On their chest
With my beaming smiles
Only caged in a frame
Sitting on a chair
For the unknown sympathizers
To catch my glimpse
They shall say
He was handsome
And kind
Affable and gentle
But those titillating words
Will be relevance
Only for a transient moment
Just to part our ways
I shall lie in silent
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