The Graveyard stood behind the Church,
Perhaps they are mysteriously compatible!
Through the front door the Church you enter,
And with time, through the rear door you exit
and go;
Forever mingling with life’s eternal flow!
In the Church marriages are solemnized,
New born babies are christened and baptized.
Hymns and sermons are heard on Sabbath
Days,
People kneel down in silence to pray.
Some to repent and confess,
To seek salvation, and are blessed!
And when the older generation pass
away,
In the Graveyard behind, they are forever.
laid.
Yet amidst death, life goes on,
With the peel of bells and chorus songs!
The world of the dead is surrounded
by life!
Our younger generations live and thrive;
The epitaphs cannot bury life’s song!
Green grass grows around the dead,
And trees showers their flowers from
overhead!
Bouquets of roses on cold marble slabs,
A dropp of tear the fond memory sheds,
In loss of the loved one, now in the world
of the dead!
While life surges, swirls and flows all around,
As the dead lie in their graves in silence, -
without a sound!
New life sprouts, and memories slowly fade…..,
The Graveyard lie, in Church’s cool shade!
(New Delhi)
superb write.........life and death like two sisters.................very well penned
This poem has great philosophical depths...one of the best I read....10
I'm a Sabbath keeper and I'm glad to read the word Sabbath in your poem. I appreciate the insight you gave in your poem.
A poem that speaks the truth in every line-nicely written.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Raj Nandy wrote this poem very well and I really like it.