Cemetery,
Wish I could overcome your cruel invitation
to the ultimate destination
towards the unknown…
As I'm here sensing your dampness,
a puddle of mud
under my feet
feels like a slug…
But I'm boastful
now that I'm still standing
six feet from the very edge…
You are a cool cemetery.
You have the sinner's grave
You have the saint's earth
Colliding….
You have all the beds
narrow as a knife;
as if a rally of tombstones to defend death.
But you can't really postpone
the inauguration of my burial,
can you?
You are nothing
but a designated land
of soulless bodies
You are the crematorium—
life dares to accept.
The calmest place
on earth you are!
What a floral cemetery you've become
after a ceremony of death
on your misty ground!
And eventually
You are a graveyard-—
A peaceful rendezvous
with my sleepy father!
Written: 12th March,2012
© Munia Khan 2012
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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