A graceful flower in churchyard
dances in the western breeze...
spreads the fragrance of soothing
shines in the daylight rays...
she waited to see a prince,
a prince of her dreams...
a short mustached boy comes to church every dawn...
The charmness of his smile kicked
little flower's dreams
everyday she waited for his smile
dreamt to be a flower in his hands...

Rituals of mourning lamented across the churchyard...
an eager mind waited for my prince
the fragrant smoke from church roamed around me
my prince not yet came to me...
a soul of new journey reached the church grave
anxiety spreaded everywhere
a little girl picked me up to the fresh grave...
floods of tears had wet the grave
realising the grave of my prince
whom am waited the whole day
I comforted my dreams as a flower in his grave....
© JJC