It's my coffin

It's my coffin

A Poem by Mayank
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The slow of process of dying...

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Easy, easy

Handle with care

It’s my coffin,

Easy, easy

I am gonna lay there

Here, in my coffin.

 

I sat on the chair

I have been idle for too long,

The Lid of a coffin ajar

This is where we belong.


I lit a cigarette

Wearily going through the bills due,

Poor health and hefty debt

Happy that I am not yet sued.


Cracked my wire glasses

couldn't read anymore,

My sight harasses

People have stopped knockin' on my door.

 

Now old and gray

I abandoned god,

Neither do I pray

By now, your minds have trod.


Bury me

Bury my belief,

Under the Mahogany tree

Bury mine & thy grief. 

© 2014 Mayank


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I liked the fact there was that ounce of superficial sense of ownership of material items that we'll never be able to take with us to the other side. "Dont you dare mess up MY coffin, these things are expensive."

Posted 8 Years Ago


Mayank

8 Years Ago

Life has to end and once it does, then you are bound to live one thing behind and those are your emo.. read more
ObZen

8 Years Ago

I don't know what it says about me but I would very much so not want to be put to rest the tradition.. read more
Mayank

8 Years Ago

Haha!! It's okay... when having writers block always write down what you feel, there is no need for .. read more
I liked d last stanza...nyc poem

Posted 9 Years Ago


Mayank

9 Years Ago

thanks Adiyah!!
This is reality.
There could be different interpretations -
One handles the coffin so well to lay it down while probably ppl dint pay attention much when one was alive.
We are all educated & we can read 'Cigs are injurious to health' yet we are addicted to it.
People do all the nasty things possible in entire life & when death awaits they start worshiping god.
If it is other way round, we have seen how the world works & start disbelieving in the very existence of Almighty.
Whatever, the things are ain't they all leading to slow death. Be it death of life or death of beliefs.
Good you shared Mayank.

Posted 9 Years Ago


What a reality that can be so real to so many these days. So very sad but such a truth. No families and who actually cares. So, so sad. I hear you loud and clear, my friend......Kyam

Posted 9 Years Ago


Mayank

9 Years Ago

Thank you, these things are seen and then unseen. Ignorance is good, but not always.
You have beautifully brought out how being idle makes us so restless and that we begin to see our coffin soon. "People have stopped knockin' on my door' - A harsh truth everyone has to undergo when old age sets in.

Posted 9 Years Ago


Mayank

9 Years Ago

Thank you Mannat!
Very well written..when the final destination is to rest in peace, why are we so restless in the journey? Conveyed really well..

Posted 9 Years Ago


Mayank

9 Years Ago

Thank you Esha for reading and reviewing
great work Mayank. Nicely written

Posted 9 Years Ago


I recall reading a similar work from you that had dealings with the dotage. Both are amazing in their ways. We fight in the name of land, wealth and what not but get confined to a narrow casket with all desires,beliefs and struggles burnt to ashes at the end.
Nice work Mayank (y)

Posted 9 Years Ago


Mayank

9 Years Ago

Thank Deepika for adding such a deep review.
very well expressed really the idea was very critical and convey the ultimate truth of this world...you write light and deep...just loved it...

Posted 9 Years Ago


Mayank

9 Years Ago

Thank you so much sir, glad you liked it.
This is one of my favorite poems I've read on here. Really captures growing old and death beautifully. Amazing

Posted 9 Years Ago


Mayank

9 Years Ago

Thank you! I am glad you liked it.

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Added on September 19, 2014
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Tags: Darkness, Death, Psychology, Philosophy

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Mayank

Bombay, India



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