Living Reincarnations!

I am a drifting soul!
Dead is the one who hit the bump.
I am the reincarnation, the air stream got in.
I keep the death a secret.

I am the best friend of the one dead.

I carry the live size sculpture of the one dead.
The air stream is keeping it upright.
I am here for a cause.

Hooligans are feasting alive.

Calling the death,
“The death of the monster!”
To feel safe of the crime they did.

I am here, not to hunt down,

The criminals responsible for the death.
But to shoo the felons away!
Away! From degrading last photo of the one dead.

It is all about a person once lived!

The pains of the person once lived are not mine.
I am a reincarnation living to gift the dead,
A flower on the grave.

I shall reincarnate again and again

To ease the angry ashes in the grave.
Release the trapped energies in the grave.
They cannot come alive again but angry ashes can rest in peace.

I carve the smiles they think killed,

I mimic to live the miles they think burnt,
I kill the thought they think, “Can destroy”
They don’t know they cannot harm me anymore.

I am a drifting soul reincarnating till the river of air flows.

I work for all the dead ones with the similar look.
I work for the grave to be peaceful.
I am a drifting soul that cannot enjoy, crib or cry.