Songs From Grevyard Poem by Chandra sekharan

Dark midnight
I was alone in vast graveyard
Between turbulent sea shore
And hill valley of tranquility
Thousands and thousands of tomb stones
Protruding from greenish grass
Feathertouched by icy breeze
Stones with invisible epitaph
Few slanting, few vertical
I could hear songs from all stones
Songs of sorrow and songs of joy
Each stone had its own unique song
Few were singing for several centuries
And few started singing recently
An isolated tiny stone sprouting from grass
Looked at me while singing
And it had a glimpse of glittering stars in the sky
Music of this tiny stone was totally different
It was feeble, innocent voice
Voice totally uncorrupt
Could be that of an embryo
Died in mother’s womb
Full of deep love and affection
Towards the universe it has never seen
Listening to the song emanating from this stone
I hugged and embraced and slept
In the grassy graveyard of tomb stones forever