Are You Visiting My Graveyard?

Natural selection of death takes not a natural effort but the inner core of the hearty flesh is well driven out under achieved death the person might feel himself proud but when in the middle of the night dreams awake you and the ongoing sluttish time will ruin your rhyme and you must cry at the moment and feel the burden the salinity of disparity among the worst eyes and the liquid ejecting will have no importance among and the onlookers keep you within their sleves then at that time i am urging to all my dear friends with shouting with my thirsty throat my dear pard are you all visiting me near my graveyard?