From bouquets to wreaths.

When bouquets wither away

And lose their fragrance,

Wreaths wreak their revenge.

A poet and playwright once said, 

"Our little life is rounded with a sleep"

When the vertical body turns horizontal,

The rounded wreaths mock at

The vertical bouquets.

Bodies move from ice boxes,to coffins or biers,

For a formal settlement,towards deformation.

Life is built,destroyed and rebuilt;

The body is perfumed,embalmed and exited.

But the soul asks for periodical worship.

God's voice could be heard from within,

Telling each and every living person,

"As you demolish and rebuild my spots,

I too create,destroy and recreate you.

Remember the vertical and horizontal order

Of bouquets,and wreaths,as life's flowery side.

Spread the fragrance of love and truth,

Until your bouquets are replaced by wreaths.

P.Chandrasekaran.