In this grave yard <br />Where ceases not fire, <br />Where ceases not lamentations, <br />I am for eons a silent witness. <br /> <br />Lone I stand on this rolling slopes, <br />Green fields lie beyond the silent road. <br />A distant whistle is heard <br />And I know the last train is also gone. <br /> <br />To so many parting moments <br />I am an emotional witness. <br />To every curling smoke <br />I bid a silent adieu. <br /> <br />Under my cool shades <br />Meet the forefathers of this hamlet. <br />And they whisper through my foliage <br />Unto the perching birds and passing wind. <br /> <br />No cry shakes my roots, <br />No howling wind wakes the dead. <br />Beyond the din of the world <br />All are equal under my sprawling shades.<br /><br />Ravi Panamanna<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-silent-witness/
