Have been sentenced by the heavens
To keep vigil upon the dead,
Who deserted by their loved ones
Need me to care for them instead;
Mortals walking upon this yard
Forget that the dead are their twins,
They take me for some sacrament
Knowing not I atone their sins;
No complaints for this arduous task
Yet some respite the diggers need,
Find angels of death relentless
Wonder if the dead would take heed.
Beautiful train of thought, well articulated and nicely penned in good rhyme scheme with conviction. Indeed, the job of tending to the graves is an arduous one that deserves respect and appreciation from everyone. Thanks for sharing Amar. Please read my poem MANDELA - THE IMMORTAL ICON.
My Dear Chinedu, My sincere apologies for this late reply. My deepest appreciation for your words of inspiration... and I shall read your poem and reply forthwith. Warm Regards!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This is a touchingly beautiful poem which reveals not only its author's poetic skill but his great goodness of heart as well.
Dear Eugene, My sincerest apologies for this terribly late reply. I completely missed this message. Thank you for reading and liking my verses. Best Always!