The Cemetry

the brigde between the world and heaven

Greeks named it Semiteri.
Arabs named it Gabbana.
Japanese named it Hakaba.

But I named it,
Home of heroes and legends.
City of the silent.
Place of eternal darkness and light.
It's land battled over, for the freedom that brought delight.

The sound of wind sailing pass you is very hard.
For every step took in it, history was kept at heart.
The sailing and huddling of trees.
The memory of slaves in it, freed.
It's atmosphere is always grave.
But men in it are always brave.

Thinking about it, my very heart sunk.
Walking pass it,my trailing legs dunk.
Looking at it, tears in my eyes fall.
With a porcupine tree in it, standing very tall.

As I prepare myself for mayhem there.
Hoping and praying, its not a dungeon of doom.
There I was , watching as a flower in it bloom.
The atmosphere in it, made it such a protective cocoon.

Its cemetery cold, as laid in it are it's dead.
Crow's looking old, from remnant bones in it they fed.
Only a few noticed, the livings in it looking very sincere.
Children hobbling around it like an infant deer.

Such a land, one can almost call home.
Houses in it, all built with beautiful dome.
A land for the young, and a land for the grown.

writteen by usman karofi & najib muktar

Reviews

[Madhu]

A poem beautifully written! Well done! :)

[Jamestown]

Well written and delivered!
I really enjoyed this piece, very thought provoking:)
Thanks for sharing and b-blessed!

[Emily]

Beautiful reflection on life and death, Usman! I hope you wrote more!

[usman]

thank you very much

[fattycbreezy52]

Amazing.You have changed our very conceptions of doom!
Life and death is seen as a one whole movement-A harmony!
Keep it up.
Keep writing:)

[usman]

thank you very much for the review

[R Smith]

excellent work Usman and your friend Najib, you made the cemetry become both a resting place and a home of heroes and those who suffered and now have freedom, a place for memories and history, great work :)

[usman]

Thank you sir