DAY OF THE DEAD
  

The thoughts of childhood dreams flash with a scary nightmare
Wonderful or weird on day one, a fiery next with noisy shrills
Fear, an instant inborn emotion and a startling newborn affair
Fear of darkness still worse, fearing the demons and the devils.

Myths about devils are almost universe, no continent is immune,
Only the form and shapes differ, so too their basis or of text,
All centered around the devils, their spells of favors and fortune
Vikram and vedal of oriental origin, Halloweens of the west,

Orientals believe, the dead be cremated and their souls set free,
Appease them with yearly feasts on the star day of their demise,
These souls wishing them the best till they finally meet in spree
Also believe, only natural deaths have these desired privileged rite.

Untimely and unnatural deaths, unrecovered corpses and suicide,
Aren’t blessed with peaceful souls to a place of solitude forever,
Sojourn on earth unaccomplished, Oh! prematurely against the tide,
Hovering from trees to trees, in search of a haven secure and safer.

Though they are unseen till date, none refutes their existence either,
Yearly appeasement solve at best some mental unrest and undoing,
Traditions in the west aim the same, feasting, appeasing the ancestor,
Please them on all Saints day or Halloween’s day, indeed in rejoicing.

Dates back to Celtic myths of feasting the souls of the otherworld,
Pleasing these condemned and wandering souls happily in astray
For a stopover and stay, still groping in the darkness of our world
Jack-O-lanterns of the turnips and pumpkins showing their way.

Decorated and lit homes inviting them for the feast on the eve,
Mystic beliefs everywhere do exist, the message loud and clear,
We only live once, serve thy parents, kith and kin with love
Die peacefully, with no chains around your neck in your stopover.