Garden of death Living my fantasy Had never been so easy Those dreadful moments Who am I to comment It had locked me up In this mysterious cup Where none z allowed Except the shredding cloud That low dreamy voice captures the moment with no choice Sings the unsung melody Alas!I m not ready To listen the painful saga Irrespective of its melodious raga Which goes like this Makes even the wind to hiss With great white stars The ground z covered with tar The nightingale sings all night Dumb struck people gave up the fight The cold crystal moon yawns The emptiness fills the lawn Eyes dim with tears n heart drowned in fear Trees spread out their arms Over the sleeper in the barn Sky filled with darkness Leering at me with coldness Its power n meticulous ways To copy the homage it pays Lying on soft brown dirt Where no one can hurt Grasses waving at the head And silence z d one to lead Time z forgotten in space Thus graveyard z d perfect place The only place so restful For death z so beautiful............. ~ Rachna
Posted on: Mon, 01 Sep 2014 05:29:51 +0000
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