NOISY SILENCE

What after that when I sleep on this black earth 

When everybody will say that I'm dead...

Silence would be disturbed by loads of cries

But who knows if their tears are real or filled with lies...

Slowly my body will become cold and loose it's weight

Then few hundreds of people would gather around my gate...

 And my pure soul would drift blissfully

Leaving behind people holding my insensitive body....

                            Pragati..