What if my master passed away?
When his stiff body covered by shroud
He shares a seat with his loneliness
And leaving people he loved in silence
From above he will see
Some people who come to mourn
Counting the number of tears in the cheeks
Of people who will hard to breath in some weeks
With all the stories outlined
Greeting new names at one time
Reflect on the undelivered things
Remind the memory of our first meeting
Laugh that appeared after a happy story
Is it enough to remove the tears?
And a sad story that caused injury
Will it be left when he is not here?
Death presents a story
Got me feeling messy when it looks at me
Sadness, tears, and fear
They will meet when it comes
Leave a languishing soul for an unspecified time
One by one family members
Called to face Him
Brothers and sisters
Pray in their black clothes
Waiting for their turn under the extreme anxious
What if my master passed away?
Where this life will go?
Join people at the right, or the left row?
A muse in going through the day
I just sent a hello
To the men who were talking
I believed in a shadow
Who kept awake while the other were sleeping
We were the passengers
Of an opened box car
Couldn’t see ahead
The view was blocked by the thick glass
Then someone painted the sky into red
Some pictures of us
Full of dust
Back
Talked to another passengers
About their destiny
And why did they go alone
Without friends, and family
They smiled leave me no clue
Ended when the wind blew
Day turned into night
Sun replaced by moon
After a long fight
Passengers would leave the car soon
One by one with a tome
A gift to people at home
As far as the car moved
People reached the address
Till the rest were
An old man and me
Oh sir
We used to talk as an old friend
The old man with a sweet smile
I felt sad in a moment we shook our hands
More when you said goodbye
I was alone then
When the car passed an empty land
Just stare to the brightest star
Oh it was so far
Asked to another me
Where is the driver carrying me?
And how long it will be?
Wait, why am I feeling lonely?
Where are my family?
Not long after the
cyclone
People didn’t find a
contribution
In order to catch the
crown
Till got an imagination
To kick the clown
Sucked by poison
They spoke full of
emotion
For some satisfaction
In the name of religion
It shows the
characterization
Conversation as a
solution is just an illusion
We all are having good
vision
At last, there will be
a conclusion
They who don’t get a
purification
Should drink a bottle
of strange potion
A bad rehabilitation
Brings them up to the
hallucination
And persecution
Plays its role as the
final explosion
Wait, before you drown
in your delusion
And enjoying the new
situation
As a closing statement;
Some of us believe in
reincarnation
Under
the stretch of dark sky
Raindrops
littered by a garden lights
Four
crazy people sang cheerfully
Danced
as a common silly
Moved
left and right
Welcoming
a rain happily
Their
voices knocked my door
Divert
me to the frightening roar
They
were a reflection of freedom
Enjoying
every breath like a worm
Did
things out of a normal mind
Always
cross the line
There
were no regulations that hinder
We
respected their behavior
They
kept singing
With
some complex sentences
And
dancing
With
some variety of energetic movements
Watched
it could produce laughter
Made
the happiness came easier
The
day was getting darker
Raindrops
became smaller
With
no conversation
The
crazies out one by one
Towards
an unequal direction
Left
me alone in the dark
And
irregular footprints on the park
