The show goes on

The crumpled petals
Take their last breath
In the evening of demise

The old deceased woman
A collection of bones
Awaits for the cremation

The dear’s remnant stinks
After the satiated tiger sleeps

Death and decadence rule
The dark corridor of living

In the crack of the concrete highway
Two leaves of a tiny plant smile
The passionate rose buds
Wait patiently to spray their aroma
On unsuspecting bees and butterflies
With iridescent colored wings.
The tiny baby girl blossoms
Becomes the dancing peacock at the sight of the rain cloud
The gait of the newly born deer
Erases the trauma of an untimely death.

The show goes on
Even though
We
Mere objects for the decoration of the universe
The plants
The animals
The flowers
The jewelries
Paintings and sculptures
The soap bubbles in dazzling colors and shapes
Lose it all and return to oblivion.