(Janaaza is a funeral rite..)
The Perfect Death
Rites do not tread the lovers lane in vain
The feet shiver when one walks on that path
Angels lose thier light
The enemies curses arent enough
When a life is set free
A souls request is fulfilled
Death would talk to you saying...
"Embrace me too someday
Feel what the time is beckoning
Open the windows of your heart
Close the curtains of your eyes
Rest your head in my lap and sleep
When you are relieved
Sacrificing the drops of blood
Your poor life too would be envious
Even though the madly obessed word tries playing games
The one your eyes have forever longed for
Would join your obsequy-rite.."
Someone has rightly said think in the language you read and write..
the explaination looks a bit hap-hazard..
jus tried to explain it by the line
Hope its comprehendable