DROPS NOT COUNTED

-Sarfudeen.k

The floor was clean and tidy 

Where the skeleton is to be burned 

Grave was set up 

Keeping all the norms with.

Wreaths and marble stones were ready to  declare that he is no more 

The relief appeared in the face of the crowd  announced that 

The funeral is around the corner.

The old man tries

To gather all his mighty power 

To his iron arms. 

The nerves were tight enough

 to attain the goal at the first attempt. 

The old man with his 

Axe on his arms 

Came nearer to the old 

Oak tree, older than his grand father. 

His eyes were wide open 

And in a minute 

With one jab 

He found his fortune right. 

Those thronged around

With out any sign of grief 

And sorrow 

Hastened to collect 

The leaves and Skeleton 

To burn it with 

All the social norms 

In an hour, all the do-es were done. 

No body were there even to wipe 

The last drop of tear out....

the tolling of the death knell

continued to boom violently...