A Makeshift Graveyard
Married to a number,
Set aside for posterity.
Marked and laid out in an open grave,
In everlasting humility.
Look and behold as I grow into the earth,
I never asked for and do not want any pity.
Young life, hope, tortured death ,
And yet, I welcomed it all with untaught piety.
I lie in unmarked graves around the deadened land,
I am sorry I never said goodbye.
Copyright © Girish Gokul | Year Posted 2012
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