Hereafter they live again <br />Not by the names <br />They were christened when born <br />But by the names <br />As humans, they did earn <br /> <br />Not by the flesh <br />They did reign and yield <br />Nor by the hearts <br />They loved, hated, laughed and lamented <br />But by the spirit <br />That compromises every dissent <br />And discord, left remnant <br />By past mortal trait <br /> <br />The day they entered this tract <br />They buried forever their hatchets <br />Deep under their own vaults <br />Those who died of penury <br />As well, those who lived by their <br />Money, status and vanity <br />Sleep here, under the same canopy <br /> In an eternal silence <br />Of peace, solace and amity <br /> <br />At last, they found their real home here <br />Safe and snug in good neighborhood <br />Of vultures, serpents and scorpions <br />Having well escaped from vile human jungle. <br /> <br />This is the grand graveyard <br />Of life after life <br />Where every human is dreaded to tread <br />But ultimately reached when dead<br /><br />sathya narayana<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/graveyard-8/
