Graveyeard

A graveyard that makes the mind some disturbance That gives some innermost thoughts The graveyard and funeral pyre makes the feeling The man or woman and his destiny In this small space, and fire wood The last journey for which we live in. A graveyard fortified with large gates With a firewood shed with full stock any time Expecting for the next of person in call It is a place between the earth and heaven Or else between the earth and hell as you think. The small period of time here we spends The greatest of faults we committing The ultimate judgement without a crossing Somewhere there is a final verdict it says Graveyard plays a vital role for sending farewell The journey of the soul after departing the existence The earthly events some one states as involved In the discretionary powers of the final destiny. No space for saying good bye to the dear ones No words to send the signals of sorrows No one is capable for a helping hand Other than in the roll of a witness to the journey. The graveyard a place of solitude and peace No where there is a disturbance of sounds and echos Graveyards are actually a place of solemnity Nothing to fear or anxious to face the challenges.