Grave

Keep digging your grave
and mourn not;

the wet dust will get dry
and fly through the air

the smell of that moist air
will seep into your head,

Inhale! but mourn not;

The six into four yard
is the place where you
will be buried,

keep that image in the mind

And write your obituary
so that at-least you can remember yourself.

Life is a joke
not only on you;

but at this juncture
it is a fable;

a fable with stories of graves
and the graveyard,

the cactus
the white flowers
and about the shadow of the trees;

People may visit you on
your death anniversary

or on festivals;
or they may not
like you never pay a visit;

but for one sensible thing
you are doing now,

dig your own grave;
keep digging,

your day will come soon!