A Visit To The Final Resting Place. Poem by M. Asim Nehal

As I walked through the graveyard
I experienced a mixed feeling
Of sadness and happiness,
The sun was shining,
It certainly was a beautiful day outside
And the sky was a crisp blue
There was the first sign of spring
And the gentle breeze carried a familiar smell
The place was extremely peaceful and beautiful
Most of the graves had the nameplates,
Showing date of birth and death,
And few graves that caught my attention,
Were those of a Hockey player, a retired Judge
A musician, a timber merchant and
A retired head master,
Probably they might not have met during their lifetime
But they are neighbors now.
And who knows who else were buried before them
And who will be buried afterwards,
Today they all are resting in peace,
In the middle of the cemetery.
Stands a towering monument,
As I walked towards it,
A thick orange carpet,
Stifled the sound of my footsteps,
And I wondered today I am on my foot,
But when I will come here finally,
I won't be on my foot.