It was an untimely call.
He did not have to go so early, some said.
It was an untimely call
to rush with flowers white
sacrificing commitments galore.
No colourful clothes,
a final adieu to the departed soul;
it was untimely to find the best white in the wardrobe.
white silks rustling
they stood beside the dear departed one
a thousand worries and a thousand thoughts
consuming their selves all the while.
They do not know
when they would die.
They are not embarrassed for the inconveniences caused.
The selfish ones,
they choose to die, unknowing of an opportune time;
wise perhaps in life
unwise in death.