I stay in tune with this cemetery
is there any spirit? who does know;
pretentions are expected
But I smile as am I buried in
You are not aware till you experience
am I wrong? The logic & books asked me a several time - do you have experience?
It starts in the morning, even at times early morning
time moves by the clock of self
one by one my lovers arrive
they love they cherish dream on me
I & my cemetery remain still.
My neighbour & friends whispers &
requests to fill their space
I, silently observe & smile at them
A shadow falls on my head
I looked at up
A beautiful grayish hair lady
along with her kid
praying at I, only I
She comes off and on
she doesn't read books
not an wise, but sweet lovable
my cemetery dances with joy
& I? remain wise with her wisdom.

© debashishbhattacharya