The Cemetery Guard
Thoughts carry me to new horizons
In search of soulful happiness
Today I am a with cemetery guard
Who assures rest of peace to your beloved ones.
The guard knows that eyes of lives are deceiving
He said morning to a gentleman yesterday
Now he has to dig the grave
And say goodbye.
The life he sees with his own eyes
Becomes a stage for artists to perform
And leave when they are told to.
As for the rest of us he didn’t know
He was also an actor.
His nights are sleepless
With haunting odour of rotten flowers
“Like the flowers rot, the love for someone here will rot”
The guard envies most of his accompanied
Since people cry for them and kiss
On the forehead before letting them turn into dust
He has no one to smile or cry for him.
Dew on top of graves in morning
Are the only scenic beauty he has
The dews talk to him saying we are better
Than the fake tears of living people for dead.
The guard is a contended being
Since he is the only soulful creature amidst the dead souls
His soul is at peace even before death because
He knows a secret…