A walk to remember

How ironical life could be

Happily growing orange-colored flower tree, just outside the cemetery

As if nature knew what each place is meant to be

No colors, no brightness, only white for the dead to sleep

These were the thoughts as I walked past the sanctuary of dead

Mildly fascinated, just enough to not look at the road ahead

Peeping hard, as the eyes absorbed details with a right-angled head

A sudden fear settle, what could be if someone rose out of the bed!!

Shuddering a bit, I tried to imagine something merry

Birthday celebration; a tiny fairy; a frilly frock; cake with a cherry?!

"Joyful party scene! Its not eerie! Chill!! There's nothing to be wary!"

Consoling myself I hurried my steps, "Relax, there's nothing scary!"

But even as I told myself, my senses were on high-alert

Rustling leaves, motion in the grass, any noise would make my heart spurt

So overcome with fear, i ran like mad until i felt something tug my shirt

Heart froze, vision fazed, i couldn't feel anything just blinding hurt

Later, a few days after much prying

They told me they had found my body lying

Eyes popping out, as if i might have been dying

Vaguely an old-man dressed in white, sitting besides me crying!