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Poem written near a Cemetery 1 of 2 On 13th February 2012 While moving near the walls of a cemetery, I saw the glimpse Of a bunch of some tiny wild flowers, Blooming in the golden Sunlight falling on them, They were waving their simile, With every gush of wind, On the monument of a deserted grave. For me it was a new and exciting experience, To enter in that cemetery of eighteenth century, What had brought me to that spot, Where those wild flowers were still smiling, Remains a mystery Every time, I think and rethink. I saw hundreds of monuments and tombs, After entering in that preserved cemetery, Some were telling the story, Of the grandeurs of its dwellers, While others were there, Standing without a crown or a story. The grave on which, I saw those flowers, Was not showing an appealing face, Age had withered its luster and charms, And time had left its marks on its face. Being in the last line of that cemetery It was waiting in the long queue, For some kith and kin of Sophia Ress, May come some day and The face of that noble soul’s grave, May once again obtain its lost glory and grace. There I found those lonely wild tiny flowers, Still blooming and smiling and dancing, With every gush of wind, Telling silently a beautiful story of its dweller, As if, they were paying their homage, While remembering her lost songs and images. In the morning hours of the Autumn, The tree leaves were falling, Everywhere on the ground, And some were even falling on me, Either to tell the universal truth, Of the inevitable departure of everyone’s one day Or perhaps to accompany me, In that graveyard of all those, Who were totally strangers for me. After watching that grave and Appreciating those tiny flowers, I explored each and every tomb and monuments, Standing in the memory of those British, Who had lived a royal life during those days, When they lived here and ruled my country, For a very long time. Ravindra Kanpur India 18th Feb. 2012 concluded in Part 2 Text of the Stone on Sophia Rees Owen "Text of the Stone on Sophia Rees Owen In the memory of Sophia Rees Owen The beloved wife of H T Owen Esqr. Of the H C Civil Service, who died on the 27th Nov.1834 aged 31 years 11months and 18days. Leaving her husband and Six children to lament Her loss. She was a sincere friend, a truly Attached wife and a devoted Mother.......

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Poem Written Near a Cemetery 1 of 2

Poem written near a Cemetery 1 of 2 On 13th February 2012 While moving near the walls of a cemetery, I saw the glimpse Of a bunch of some tiny wild flowers, Blooming in the golden Sunlight falling on them, They were waving their simile, With every gush of wind, On the monument of a deserted grave. For me it was a new and exciting experience, To enter in that cemetery of eighteenth century, What had brought me to that spot, Where those wild flowers were still smiling, Remains a mystery Every time, I think and rethink. I saw hundreds of monuments and tombs, After entering in that preserved cemetery, Some were telling the story, Of the grandeurs of its dwellers, While others were there, Standing without a crown or a story. The grave on which, I saw those flowers, Was not showing an appealing face, Age had withered its luster and charms, And time had left its marks on its face. Being in the last line of that cemetery It was waiting in the long queue, For some kith and kin of Sophia Ress, May come some day and The face of that noble soul’s grave, May once again obtain its lost glory and grace. There I found those lonely wild tiny flowers, Still blooming and smiling and dancing, With every gush of wind, Telling silently a beautiful story of its dweller, As if, they were paying their homage, While remembering her lost songs and images. In the morning hours of the Autumn, The tree leaves were falling, Everywhere on the ground, And some were even falling on me, Either to tell the universal truth, Of the inevitable departure of everyone’s one day Or perhaps to accompany me, In that graveyard of all those, Who were totally strangers for me. After watching that grave and Appreciating those tiny flowers, I explored each and every tomb and monuments, Standing in the memory of those British, Who had lived a royal life during those days, When they lived here and ruled my country, For a very long time. Ravindra Kanpur India 18th Feb. 2012 concluded in Part 2 Text of the Stone on Sophia Rees Owen "Text of the Stone on Sophia Rees Owen In the memory of Sophia Rees Owen The beloved wife of H T Owen Esqr. Of the H C Civil Service, who died on the 27th Nov.1834 aged 31 years 11months and 18days. Leaving her husband and Six children to lament Her loss. She was a sincere friend, a truly Attached wife and a devoted Mother.......