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Turn In His Grave
A palpitating heart that hears no one
He tried pacifying to no avail
All known methods were tried, tested and done
But in the end all they did were fail
An old mother approached him slow
A smile on her face, her body frail
He squinted at her emanating glow
“My dear son, only peace shall prevail
From now on, you may rest.”
His eyes gradually met her kind gaze
“That is my wish, but how?
When my mind is ablaze!”
She replied, “Now now
We of the dead are not bound
By the lines of time or fate
Our remains now under the ground
Liberation is all we await
Neither a future, nor a present
So in your hurried worrisome passage
I hope you have nothing to resent
For you cannot carry treasure nor damage
Only love in your heart, and
A legacy that you leave behind
As you depart the living’s land
So be sure to douse your mind
Of all that you carry from your past”
He pondered and replied, “But alas!
I have left no mark that can last
For all I could ever amass
Was worry, unhappiness —
and an empty life.
So I realize as I turn in my grave.
© Neha Menon
He tried pacifying to no avail
All known methods were tried, tested and done
But in the end all they did were fail
An old mother approached him slow
A smile on her face, her body frail
He squinted at her emanating glow
“My dear son, only peace shall prevail
From now on, you may rest.”
His eyes gradually met her kind gaze
“That is my wish, but how?
When my mind is ablaze!”
She replied, “Now now
We of the dead are not bound
By the lines of time or fate
Our remains now under the ground
Liberation is all we await
Neither a future, nor a present
So in your hurried worrisome passage
I hope you have nothing to resent
For you cannot carry treasure nor damage
Only love in your heart, and
A legacy that you leave behind
As you depart the living’s land
So be sure to douse your mind
Of all that you carry from your past”
He pondered and replied, “But alas!
I have left no mark that can last
For all I could ever amass
Was worry, unhappiness —
and an empty life.
So I realize as I turn in my grave.
© Neha Menon
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