He was my Facebook friend
Died a few years ago
An uncle of my village
An incredibly handsome young man
Died abroad!
I got his birthday notification
As I get other friends every day.
Shall I greet him?
I look at the timeline with some hesitation.

Last Status - Death is as beautiful as life!

Does people understand the call of death?
I see his smiling pictures one by one
How alive, how fresh yet
It seems that he is still on the other side
Maybe message will be responded !
How many memories are arranged across Facebook
There are still monuments to his life
This is the march that goes away every day
How many people go away?
I will also go in their procession one day
We forgets that eternal truth!

I message - how are you uncle?
No response, cold soundless silence on the other side
At the end of the day I understand that-
only silence is true, only emptiness is permanent
A dead ID comes and goes.