people die in beautiful dresses.
they get colourful flowers at their graves.

they are fortunate to take last breath
under the nose of their close ones.

who thinks of those deaths in the sky
when they go up and their dreams, bubbling.

who mourn for them without coffins,
vanishing in the air, getting lost forever.

children, it is indispensable for you all to know
that only the Almighty can save us.

technologies are the shadows, stamping
no validity, only struggling to improve life.