When once my heart’s foyer blurted out a thought to tread on, on an untrodden path,
I relinquished the heft and the yoke of my ongoing life for a while,
And decided to visit the living votary of death-the ignored graveyard,
Then a melange and miscellany of my flaming emotions stood solemn and sombre.
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A beguiling evening ambience graced my journey…
And a plethora of substantial aphorisms kept on buffeting me..
My destination seemed no farther away, and my decrepit eyes caught a glimpse of that yonder frayed threshold..
Which simply divides the living-yard and the graveyard..
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I entered the mortal’s final place with sobriety.
A languid algor engulfed my frail foresight
and quivered my sanity,
An ineffable aura chaperoned me and ferried me into a rumination of transience…
And all I could glimpse were the ruins of emblazoned glories and decadence.
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Bequeathed to dust, their tombstones stand erect,
Forlorn of facile grandeur, the graves seem bereft..
Here where art thou-the meretricious epergne of amusement and stored affluence!?
Thus, everything around seemed overwhelmed by the cold command of death with much obeisance.
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As I surveyed, amidst the rustle of leaves,
A trail beckoned me forth,
Until it led me to a grave unknown..
Then, after a brief moment of reflection,
I was struck by a flashback to a time when I had visited this very graveyard on the death of my beloved grandfather.
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Tears cascaded down my eyes as his memories pummelled my frothed emotions.
Amongst those incalculable graves, lies one of my beloved grandfather, slumbering into unceremonious oblivion.
With silence deafening, I departed from there with a muted heart,
Thus that day I had an edifying walk….
– Mohammed Mukarram Shaikh.
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