If my pen keeps on flowing towards meditation.
People will declare me dead and bury me alive.
For they can see my eyes closed.
Not even bother to check whether I breathe in or not.

When I was buried deep in my meditation
For they themselves declared me soul less
And buried my body deep down in distress.
After meditation when I open my eyes
I found myself buried in graveyard.

Thank you for offering me the prizes which
I got along with your kind praises.
Though when alive,
I couldn't get any recognition.
Now its the time to come out of my graveyard,
Just to tell thank you my dear!

Let me relish those prizes
While I am resting in my grave yard
Which I am going to wear
For they were the beautiful
Jewels to be worn around my neck.
They are the prize given
Mistaking me for soul less one.
How can I forget
For they were given by dear valuable person.

My dear don't forget to engrave my name in golden letters.
I am happy to see my unmistakable name engraved
Let me relish those wonderful moments
Thank you for the recognition given.
Now I am flying on top on my way to heaven.

I hope this poem is going to reach unmistakably the right person.
Though he buried me alive declaring me a soul less one
Thank you my dear from core my heart!
To accept anything with smile is also a part of meditation!
Thank You!

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Geetha Jayakumar

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