Tomb Poem by Sathya Narayana

TOMB
He was nice, funny,
always laughed heartily
and made others laugh.

Sitting on my knees
before his tomb
I wished I could see through
that stone and cement
and watch him
laughing again.

No...
dead men won't laugh,
nor weep.
I tried to weep...
no, I couldn't.
I remained silent
for a while,
placed the roses I brought
tenderly on his tomb
and got up to go.

After crossing the gate
of that graveyard
suddenly
I started laughing aloud,
laughing, laughing
aloud, aloud,
my heart out.