Visiting graveyard is like lending solitude to the soul.
It's like entering an endless jungle alone and walking,
Hearing the breaking sound of dry leaves under the feet,
Listening to the silent and forlorn music of seclusion.
As I stand still beside the grave of my dear mother
I'm swept by gargantuan emotion and wave of love,
An endless train of memories fly past steadily though
I don't see any one there but mom occupies my soul;
Gradually I become conscious of my losses, empty hands,
My loneliness without her presence in my daily routine!
In life she used to be vexed anxious that I'm all alone;
Today she is smiling from the other side keeping me
Walking on the long sandy beach of life on my own.
