The Graveyards Withstand Heavy Storms

A few days ago A thunderous storm Attacked my city And reduced Trees and structures To bits and pieces It has uprooted Numerous homes and Countless plants It has destroyed The lives of people Who have lived under trees And on platforms Along with their Simple dreams and hopes While I observed The heavy ruins of This witchy strike, My eyes fell upon A roadside graveyard With numerous tombs, Big and small, With extended slabs Having engraved names They were standing Stiff and strong, Clean and pure, Reflecting the Gold like sun rays On their Polished surfaces At this split-moment A rare secret was Revealed to me From my heart's depth: "Whatever happens The graveyards are Always graveyards... No life...no movement... They're just Sand and stones With dry bones inside..." After a few moments My heart's voice Again whispered in my heart In a secret tone: "Don't be a graveyard... Get up... Move... Fall down... Crawl... And then... Finally... Get up again And rise like the sun!"