Bud In Graveyard...

Under radiating sky and glorious golden light

Someone opened optics, blinking them tight…

A bud bloomed from its green crisp calyx

To perceive world outside breaking the Salix…

Eyes agape gleefully, merrily she saw away far

Only to see quietude of a stale hollow graveyard...

Buds seemed desolate, if something can be mend

“Why to start my life where all journeys end?”

Daily watching demised and pessimism in eyes,

Thinking over again about where real life lies…

Nights were dark and frightening under moon

Dead bodies lying beneath, bud felt hewn…

Until a day she heard a deceased spelling

“Life is not to squander, but for dwelling”…

Next day she felt the fragrance in her sense

The colour she wore were bright and dense…

She was a hope for every stone and dismay

Like a flare of light and like an aspiring ray…