SOUL STILL ALIVE.. Monalisa Parida

 

The dance of death goes on
Pulverizing fellow humans
Life constricts like a wilting flower.
I know sooner or later will die
But prior the final plunge, let me fly!
Dear quietus, I know you are beckoning.
I know you are on my way.
You are unavoidable.

I don't know
If my soul still alive in the spiritual realm or dead.
The day you will come and collect my soul.
Take me to a place of no return.
A place of no forgiveness nor repentance.
To a life of eternal bliss.

The light of the rising sun ablaze.
Touches my feminine soul.
And the fluorescence provokes me.
To sing the song of wallow.