Coffin—safest Abode Poem by Dr. Yogesh Sharma

A Coffin—is a tiny empire,
Yet capable to enclose entire,
A dweller of heaven,
In its dark airplane.

A Grave—is a slim girth—
And all the lands it inhabits,
Yet stronger than the Sun—
And oceans it looks upon.

Gone from the pink morn,
Missing from the pastures of corn,
From the nightfall frozen and torn,
And water springs crying lorn.

End to end sleeps, as through a dark veil,
Oceans and the sky look pale,
And listen to the tearing nightingale,
That sadly sings world’s tale.

Rest, rest, a complete rest,
Get rid of over sweat and fret;
Face is calm and perpetual fest,
Cannot feel the pain and guest.

Rest, rest, for ever and for ever;
Upon an unknown shore,
Rest, rest at all peace core,
On mountain-built peace and more.

The purple land,
Upon the hand,
Than ours, a friend
No man can mend.

For man on his little lounge tight,
Bequeaths a single buddy light—
Circumference without respite—
End is sure- -no guesstimate—