The Smiling Epithet of a Tombstone

The late Da Vinci's Monalisa is still smiling

Through hearts of miles, hiding the seeking

Weeps of melancholic Virgin Mary, the exalted

So, appreciation to God, who crafted it in caskets,

Permission for harlots and profession of Air hostess

But, God smiles in thunderstorms and lightning

Its cremation is an excavation of miseries’ spades

The angel assigns the duty carrying the globe

Knocking all doors of demons and evils

Tombstones engrave their teeth and dying epithets

Fruits of herbs bear the taste of soul in a pit

Christ of the cross, Virgin Mary and cross-legged Buddha

Are heading to an orphan in a desert of mirage

Adam and Eve landed but with empty footsteps

Her private property from heaven, Alas them

The ugly one of sinister shadows vanished in divinity

The revolt for Justice bears from both black lips

Fortified coffin carries the last smile ever

Statue of Liberty stands but the soul snoring

Lips’ cemetery still calm in chanting rosary beads

Explosion resurrects it hereafter shrieking

Hell or Heaven in God’s majestic smiling

When smile dies, demise smiles sharply

Laughing at them all with all comedies