Riverted Mother

Death, be not proud
There are people to pray
For stranger species even...

Death, be not proud
A King or Queen is lying
Breathing the last
Alone, half stiff counting the last few seconds....

Make a greean chariot
Take her or him up
And land in the desired place...
Convert my wishes into an escalator first
Tie some ribbons into it
Judging the length of the flight
The giant being has taken
In it's short stay...

Let it reach there
Where the white horses
stand awaiting, drinking
my choking feelings and calmness that i experienced
seeing the grandeur of creation
being seized by the eternal ruin...
Though i could not feel the pain of the creature completely
I sense something...
An air trapped,
trying to knock out.

Death do not be proud
Your ego might spoil everything
Be a mother reverted
Show your soft, velvety lap &
Take the soul
Silently, swiftly, humming a lullaby
Into the abode where no pain
No bitter sensation stays...
Cover the eyes,
the head...
Softly narrate a fairy tale
Hallucinate,
Hypnotize..
Let the being depart
The greeny leafy bed
I designed
In peace...
Without experiencing the severing of the unseen naval cord
Let the supersoul have a
drop of comapssaion as it's companion for the unknown journey...

Whisper
Do not fear
Into it's ear
And kiss...

Take it there
Where it can spread its wings
And fly towards the blue horizon ...

Death,
Be not proud
You have so many things to do
Like a doctor,
You have to say
Take it easy
Say, now.