A graveyard that makes the mind some disturbance <br />That gives some innermost thoughts <br />The graveyard and funeral pyre makes the feeling <br />The man or woman and his destiny <br />In this small space, and fire wood <br />The last journey for which we live in. <br /> <br />A graveyard fortified with large gates <br />With a firewood shed with full stock any time <br />Expecting for the next of person in call <br />It is a place between the earth and heaven <br />Or else between the earth and hell as you think. <br /> <br />The small period of time here we spends <br />The greatest of faults we committing <br />The ultimate judgement without a crossing <br />Somewhere there is a final verdict it says <br /> <br />Graveyard plays a vital role for sending farewell <br />The journey of the soul after departing the existence <br />The earthly events some one states as involved <br />In the discretionary powers of the final destiny. <br /> <br />No space for saying good bye to the dear ones <br />No words to send the signals of sorrows <br />No one is capable for a helping hand <br />Other than in the roll of a witness to the journey. <br /> <br />The graveyard a place of solitude and peace <br />No where there is a disturbance of sounds and echos <br />Graveyards are actually a place of solemnity <br />Nothing to fear or anxious to face the challenges.<br /><br />Gangadharan nair Pulingat..<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/graveyeard/
