Completed my 20th piece :-). Not resting though :D. Will continue to bore.. ;-) The Last Question For years and years I had seen, The old man in the cemetry of town; Digging and burying bodies still, Never with a hesitation, never a frown. Never had seen emotions stream, Flood those two deep, aged eye; As his fate was entwined with mute humans, And from the Fates he never did shy. For young to old he had dug, The abode of many, of eternal sleep; No familys cry nor friends mourn, Mattered only how deep the grave to dig. If some lad in his twilight years, Or some veteran succumbed to illness of age; Same for me I remember he said, For Death doesnt know if it was a murderer or a sage. And every time I met him while, He had many a tales to tell; Of his days long past, of his time before - - before he became the guardian of Heaven and Hell. As all stories when end he always had, Everytime he asked a query atlast; Since times I have sailed this lifes trail, To shove the bed for the ones breathed last. For years I did and for years I will, Digging and burying till the day I have; Lived my time and filled my cup, That day, who will be the one who will dig my grave ? © Saurav Nayak #thekeypadpoems
Posted on: Mon, 22 Dec 2014 09:21:05 +0000
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