Elegy On the City's Edge

The sleeping sky is cloudy And creates a veil over the lying minds. Like a festival, the cemetery is alluded, And turns to a hunting ground. Open Graves and pits - They lived. Crowd of faces in their shades, To amaze those preys. Reefs and sheets they laid On the unseen skins of the deceased To commemorate their ways, In spite of the deaths unperceived. Decorating - they decorate the undecorated, Whose lives cannot be consecrated. The clock ticks, and time's fastened In memories imprisoned. Candles that could not light Their lives any longer, Cries that won't see them in tight; Yet, they restitute their hunger. They, lying there wished to smile, But are thousand miles - Though sighed at the benevolent pride, But embraced their newest mild. © Prince Tardeh