Deserved mourning

As you learnt 

Speaking and played 

With words.

Few got choked in 

Your mouth as you 

Stuttered.

As you learnt to 

Understand.

Ideas that came 

Your way.

Many got crushed 

In your mental clutter.

As you wrote 

And painted.

The characters that 

Ended up on 

The wrong side of 

The papers. 

The pens you've 

Lost. The pages 

You've torn. 

To teach you 

Step by step, 

The bricks that 

Have died. 

All those 

Martyred things 

Deserve, 

More mourning.

Perhaps with

Few roses and 

Extra daisies. 

And few lines of 

Poetic eulogies.