Euphemism and Dysphemism


As a man dies
the spirited soul flies
the body remains.

While on mourn one hears
talks of his achievements
whispers of his faults.

Days pass a reversal  is found
contempt spreads at large
tales of his defects abound.

The tongue wags
waxes many a story
wanes even more.

Life is beautiful
euphemism enlarges,
dysphemism shrinks.

Only No!


No water in the ground.

No fertility in the ground.

No cultivation in the ground.

No produce from the ground.

No taste in the produce.

No strength in the body.

No resistance anymore

No prosperity in the town.

No peace in the world.