A Crypt's Soliloquy Poem by Amar Agarwala

The eons ever pass me by
Having painted their smirch on me,
Now mirthful ivies climb me high
And shadows stand with forlorn plea;

That silence may quietly sing
To those buried an elegy,
So that some solace it may bring
To their sweetened melancholy;

The world outside where mortals tread
Though plentiful yet seems in dearth,
Ironic that this yard of dead
Have vaults brimming with every worth.

Men search a haven all their life
Knowing it not that it is near,
They blindly stumble in their strife
Until they are abandoned here.

It's strange that wisdom comes so late
When mortals lose their worldly fare,
But know the light from heaven's state
It endures in a darkened lair.

All hearts carry a deadly snare
A morbid crypt envied by hell,
Ironic men love staying there
A dungeon where they love to dwell.

Memories in my womb are borne
A space where sophic spirits live,
I may appear of grandeur shorn
But have the heart that knows to give.
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