A graveyard that makes the mind some disturbance
That gives some innermost thoughts
The graveyard and funeral pyre makes the feeling
The man or woman and his destiny
In this small space, and fire wood
The last journey for which we live in.
A graveyard fortified with large gates
With a firewood shed with full stock any time
Expecting for the next of person in call
It is a place between the earth and heaven
Or else between the earth and hell as you think.
The small period of time here we spends
The greatest of faults we committing
The ultimate judgement without a crossing
Somewhere there is a final verdict it says
Graveyard plays a vital role for sending farewell
The journey of the soul after departing the existence
The earthly events some one states as involved
In the discretionary powers of the final destiny.
No space for saying good bye to the dear ones
No words to send the signals of sorrows
No one is capable for a helping hand
Other than in the roll of a witness to the journey.
The graveyard a place of solitude and peace
No where there is a disturbance of sounds and echos
Graveyards are actually a place of solemnity
Nothing to fear or anxious to face the challenges.
Gangadharan nair Pulingat..
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