In The Morgue

A journey into the morgue

An abode for dead hopes,

The soul from the body elopes,

The heart-wrenching stiffness,

An eerie aura of calmness

 

A grim reality of life,

Bodies laid down as cold as ice,

It's a ghastly representation of the valley of death,

Every resident shall never take another breath

 

One ponders what could have been,

The dusty cobwebs of unfulfilled visions lies therein,

It is the juncture where the afterlife begins,

One can only hope for the repentance and forgiveness of all sins

 

It's the final state of a mortal being,

The lifeless body slowly decaying,

It's the end of a lifelong journey,

For some it's a visit that's too early

 

All of them have met their maker,

Now the task lies solely on the undertaker,

It discriminates not the young nor the old,

When your time has come it's the end of the road

 

(Namgyel Rangdol)