The burial

At an old time friend's cremation, I was seeing his face for the last time. His loved ones putting him in a coffin, burying him a few feet down the ground and covering it by sand one layer after another. Each one adding sand, i thought was doing it with a heavy heart. Probably burying a part of themselves too? I was thinking to myself that the corpse would decay slowly and what would remain is nothing? I was wondering if the soul of the close by relatives who came for the cremation also get decayed slowly? 

The sun set and everyone started slowly leaving. I sat there alone in the graveyard thinking how I knew someone put to the grave alive. I looked at my heart. It was being buried too. Layer after layer. It would stay buried for ages and meet the same slow decay. The dead has no soul. It undergoes decay slowly without anyone but the graveyard knowing. My body felt like  the graveyard. It concealed the decay marvelously.

Now I feel my body's decay too. Each time my heart decays, my body decays too. I wonder why no one else sees! I wonder why I want anyone to see? I wonder why no one ever felt that graves could breathe while we humans could live without breathing too!