Funeral

There is beauty in funeral,
I find music in mourning,
The body,lies on a pyre,
and people around,Crying.
The smell of burning flowers,
And ashening body's fragrance,
This mix unwinds an aroma,
And releases an sensuous essance.
The burning of bones and blood,
and turning into the blue coal,
I watch evaporate it with smoke,
and meet its ultimate goal.
The tar flows smoothly,
When the flames and skin meet,
The flesh melts like an icecube,
and the body wrinkles with heat.
The soul searches for a new mold,
Another shape the divine hands cast.
Ages after ages the same story,
And it all returns to dust at last ..!!