Fragrant end

It starts our day with the morning prayers
The contact with God becomes aromatic ,

The flame of the match burns it's top layers
The reality of life is no more cinematic.


It burns and burns and burns again
But keeps them unaware of its pain,

The majestic smell keeps them busy
While its first half falls ashes on the land.



Talking with the power complaining about life
Cutting the blessings with and ungrateful knife,

The smell started to become sad
As the second half lays dead on the land.


The world has different forms for it
A mountain, a stick or a powder,

The love for god ends before time
As lay thier it's whole body undifined.


Look the people who do goodness around
As they burn in ashes spreading love surround.