Skip to main content
The grass and the graveyard


Lays there the heroes of days
Adventure was their passion,
You cared them with glossy touches
'O' nature's great creation.
Over the stage, last scene was staged
You were the silent beholder,
Under grieve they parted from this earth
They might be rich or pauper.
When I passes beside graveyard and you
I smile for my follis,
How I am struggling for name and fame
When everything will vanish.
We are in a illusory castle
Walking in our path,
Rest is with the the hand of time
We will find, what we worth.


~sarojini ~

Comments

Post a Comment

Popular posts from this blog

Changes, the part of life

  The day jumps in the lap of night and passes the threshold of dusk. Life becomes still beautiful, accepting changes and welcoming new civilisation and welcoming new people to act as per their luck perhaps. How could problems around us be stopped as those are part of changes? So it would be better to accept and walk on.  Civilization changes and people change. Changes is  their way of life. No one can stop.
Post a Comment
Read more

The chirps

 Listened the chirps of morning birds, waked up, life seemed easy... Life of a writer is not  easy. Writing is hard. Self doubts will make you cripple.  Self learning is most important.  ************** Give food to birds. They will be happy. The sun is rising up and up and on  it's journey. ***** Ideas are cunning. They always play hide and seek game.  *****  Brainstorming is difficult. 
Post a Comment
Read more

The Chirps

  Under the blue sky, I could do many things for survival. I was in fear. The brown kite was soaring around. Its wings were massive, and I recalled the day when it was about to jump over me and catch me. Thanks to that old lady of the rooftop garden. I hid myself under her newly curated green plants, and her presence there saved me. Now this rooftop garden became my home, and I chirp here for the old lady whom I have heard that my chirps were a song for her.
Post a Comment
Read more