the dead make noise

A Poem by aditya gawade

The effect that dead people have on the living

Men are so mortal
At some point of time they have to cross that portal
When their time comes they have to leave the world
For then the reaper doesn't take their word

Many times life withers away from a parent
But they their dreams dont always end
They maybe carried forward by their kin
Blood to blood and skin to skin

No society supports brutal murder
For it fills our heart with horror
The ruling council must take strong action
Or face an unending revolution

The dead inspire us to take revenge
For the dead we have to avenge
Some say revenge is sweet
But always with blood it litters the street

At war occurs the death of a general
It renders the army heavily emotional
They fight with renewed anger and gist
Kill and destroy everything around them with their mighty fist

Great men too die
Towards the heaven they fly
Many a times their ideas turn practical
Once these great men have become historical

Heavy is the death of the stillborn baby
The crying mother yet sings a lullaby
With deep sadness she closes her eyes
As a part of her own dies

So do the dead really sit quiet?
Are they really empty with no light?
They lie in their graves with that typical poise
But yes,the dead do make noise