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!"
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