Voices from Graveyard

My Life

                                   Voices from Graveyard

                      

Howling voices as and when the wind blows

Of unfulfilled wishes and dreams 

Emanating from a grave graveyard

Reminds me of the mango tree in my courtyard.

Though the force of gravity

Makes me rooted to the ground

I pine my wishes and desires to branch outwards

And my dreams to bear fruit.

But alas , the Sun never shone on me

And I am parched of lack of rain

How I can ever grow ?

How I can ever grow?

But the kind wind carried my cries

Disturbing the serenity of the graveyard of my dreams

I pause for a moment to ask the wind 

What purpose does it serve?

With the sunshine and rain

The mango tree in my courtyard

Branches out and bear fruit

What a glorious way to exist and serve ! 

Is it fate that made me stay 

In the graveyard of my wishes and dreams ?

I need to ask , for I want to REST IN PEACE 

Sans the howling voices of my unfulfilled dreams.