The Return From The Graveyard... Poem by Manu Kranth Chary

When I step into the sunken graveyard,
The land that the gods themselves guard,
Place where lives take leave and sleep,
In their sacred graves in the soil deep.

With eyes uninspired and throat dethroned,
Heart weakened, I stand deeply moaned.
With my feet defeated and hands banded,
And the demise of my voice, I stand rended.

The tape of the time, I wish to rewind,
To erase all these remains from my mind.
The hands of the clock I hope to turn,
To remove there records and set them burn.

I think again and again but all goes in vain,
As it is a human temptation to always remain.