They won't get <br />today's touch <br />of the rainbow <br />color of the first <br />rising Sun. <br />Neither, they <br />will hear the <br />songs of thrushes, <br />cuckoos......There, <br />Winter is hugging <br />every dead-heart. <br />****************************** <br />In search of warm, <br />cozy-bed they longed <br />once throughout their charming <br />youthful days! <br />There's the frosty-bite <br />of death, domination <br />of the cruel-hands <br />of Time- our soul-mate, <br />performing His duty <br />of sucking secs <br />from our deadline <br />of this beautiful Earth. <br />Who are in grave <br />knew the beats of <br />love, affection, disdain, <br />cruelty, revenge <br />lust- - - -each <br />and every fuel <br />to keep burning <br />their desire, longing <br />to drink life <br />from their tumbler! <br />Their cells burnt <br />to burn their foods <br />and cherished dream. <br />Now, they are lying <br />in last gesture! <br />***************************** <br />We are also in the queue, <br />for the zone, <br />where winter reigns.... <br />In their graves, <br />they wait for us... <br />They, who are in grave!<br /><br />Neela Nath<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/who-are-in-grave/
