My Thoughts In Burial Ground Poem by BAGDURBASHA GOOTY

My thoughts in Burial ground

My little well on the east side
North West has kovvhervuMogalaylake
Look at,
Cemetery has fully with flute flowers and rosewood.




Graveyard became more holy with our ancestors bodies
There is no rent to live
No work tensions,
Hunger has never thought for suffering
No diet is needed for maintain body
There will be no fraud
Family captives are absent here
My last stop is to the cemetery

I need to talk with our elders
In the sky I will be merged
I will be log into the altar
Let our lake pass through me,
Always I have to go swimming in the lake water
The rest of life I sleep only in burial ground