A man sleeps in a coffin,
a seeming bed of satin
lost deep in dreaming
of living after earning
a living:
Buried under a pile
of dust, dirt, and soil
of mundane mandatory toil
in disdain and turmoil;
Dreaming still, of feeding
the hungry mouths of seedlings
trampling the low, and kneeling
before the mighty in preaching;
Dreaming along, of a life
after work, worries, and strife
growing old with the wife
in a quiet mountain sight.
Dreams longing for the days
when his grandchildren play
in the backyard by his grave
where he sleeps today.
Uththara
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