The Land Of Peace Poem by Ruta Mohapatra

Peacefully sleep the dead
The wind blows gently on the graves
Trees sway silently on the fence
Birds and bees are seldom seen

A vast green field
And white headstones
A no man's land
Till a new member comes

A little square earth
Receives a new resident
The dear ones visit
For a few more days

With flowers and incense
And large tear drops
They wash the place
As they quietly mourn

But soon comes a day
When the footfalls lessen
Then never heard again
As life moves on

And so peacefully sleep the dead