THE GRAVEYARD

above the dead earth,
dead flowers were spread,
below the dead earth,
lived the dead.

the residents of this graveyard,
once lived above the earth,
but their souls divorced their bodies,
and went away for rebirth.

with a heart a heart that did not beat,
with a mind which did not worry,
after certain rituals,
beneath the earth they were buried.

under the earth,
they could see the roots,
of the trees and plants,
of which they ate fruits.

they could hear the voice,
of cars they once used,
and they could smell,
all their favourite perfumes.

the nature they used to enjoy,
was restricted to the ugly brown mud,
and the flowers they enjoyed blooming,
sent down only their dead buds.

in the breezy nights,
they couldnt see any moon,
they thought the sun was dead,
even in the sharp noon.

they were sad,
and thought they were the most diseased,
because they couldnt enjoy,
the world's fantasies.

but they realised very soon,
that their comfort had no measure,
only because they all lacked,
the poisoning world's pleasure.

on all the living earthlings,
then they had a pity,
because all the alive humans,
possesed nothing but worry.

AKUL SHARMA