A Walk By The Graveyard - Poem by Rahul Aithal
There lies the school teacher, strict, severe,
now so serene, so quiet in here,
alongside the school gardener,
partners in crime; now, forever.
And that gangster who broke the limbs,
beside the doctor who mended them.
Here lies the policeman with his eluding nemesis,
who has finally caught up with him.
And the actor, larger than life,
performing the last act, rehearsing his line,
next to the beggar who stole or begged for hunger,
and roamed the streets for shelter,
has found one, a closed one.
And an empty grave where I would finally lay,
but till such time I will live and play.
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