Contentment
Contentment
You couldn't kiss my shroud
You couldn't claim that I was your stalwart lover.
But you do one thing,
Plant a sapling on my grave
And allow my soul to reside in till contentment.
Slurping all the water
You will sprinkle,
It will mushroom
It's leaves with pride.
What the mortal body could never achieve,
What the mortal body could never feel,
Sanction that feeling of love and care
To my aspirant soul till contentment.