NO ONE WILL CRY

Written by: jayachandran chakrapany

No one will cry 
Looking at my graveyard 
I am like a rotten tree 
Having no branches 
Having no flowers 
Having no fruits. But 
If you take the ashes from 
My graveyard and fertile 
Your plants with it 
They will have branches 
They will have flowers 
They will have fruits 
As I have a pure mind always