He got burnt so often

After my demise

gossip will break,

its nice that he’s gone

In someone’s hatred pyre,

he got burnt so often

My corpse be placidly laid,

on a couch in hearse van

wrapped neat in shroud sheet,

paved with floral garlands

 Forehead daubed with

 sandal paste

a casual trek for final rest

Torpidly move d’ morgue van

cross your doors, down d’ lane

your pent up steam,
 ought to surface

can't hide, u can’t suppress,
 under feet, earth slipping out

tear trickling, a wish to shout

Your wet eyes prompt them,

to put u numerous question

truly tell who’s the guy,

with him what’s your relation

No way he’s related to me,

just someone known

adept in his profession

of course an excellent person

as much u tell of him,

its only little adoration

Her mourning will be over

with a little repentance

grief will finish fast

before I turn in to ash

In no time she will forget

someone loved her so much

that someone's extinct, gone

vaporized in d’ crematorium

In an instant she'll forget

our intimate association

uttering few touching lines

her anguish will be gone

shedding two drops tepid tear

her mourning will be done

by no chance, ever recollect

with me d’ journey performed

gossip will go, all around

its nice that he is gone

in someone’s hatred pyre,

he got burnt so often