Here some come to mourn,

And some to look at the conditions,

Of all those,

Who have now no existence.

And are now rested in peace,

After tasting the acrimonious but interesting world,

Selfish but slightly compassionate world.

Here you can feel,

That there is continuity.

There is day after night,

There is night after day.

There is life after death,

There is death after life.

For some this place is a slayer of their happiness

And of their beloved.

And for some who struggled,

It is a place for relief..

But for me,

It is a place, where I can see.

My future and yours too.


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