Yusrat is a high school student from Bangladesh. She writes about Science & Technology.
To Miss Jane
A Concealer, revealer, conqueror, motivator
Once looked into the ginormous sea
The tranquility, water-soaked breeze
Two feet embraced the wave, the pain, the guilt
'The bygone is the goner.' he bawled at me
'Hopes disappear in the puff of smoke
Gives you pessimism and weltschmerz instead
Love betrays, spirit breaks, time deepens
My ward, A body of a deceased receives the wreath, but what does the soul receive?
Personhood is a game, Darling
Here you want, you get, then you quit.'
I breathed, 'Really? I surmised you were happy
It is strange how you, your skin, are an architectural hoax. Do ye feel it?'
He laughed, 'Well, it is because we are all swallowed mercilessly by the sea.'
Jane, he spoke with awe on his last day
Like a father, like a brother, like my old friend.
Yusrat Sadia Nailat (author) from Bangladesh on May 03, 2020:
Isn't it true? We all are dedicated mourners.
Patty Florence from Illinois on May 02, 2020:
"A ward. A body of the deceased receives the wreath, but what does the soul receive?" That's so interesting!