Graveyard Poem by M. S. Dogara

GRAVEYARD

A promising place to lie-down quietly
And a new palace for new kings
That proudly shelters all at no cost

An ornamental room for all
That safely keeps, in its rooms,
Great men and women

A luxurious rest house
That dislodges worries
And gives everlasting joy

A fairest dynasty in life
That hosts its citizens
With sounds of trumpets

The most valuable gift in life
That honours its dwellers
With weeping and prayer

The monastery of true adoration
That let its members rot in soil
And frown at their ordeals

The courtroom of an impartial judge
That gives no room for protest
And lets no one tell lie or escape

A blazing fire zone
That gives warm feelings
And freezes the flesh

A beautiful lively home
That welcomes all visitors
And holds them as hostages