Graveyard Of Memories

This is the graveyard of memories immense.
The gift of fait in a sweet, sweet life.

Here are a lot of buds, never bloomed,
blossoms over the fence of thirst.

Here is a slender, sleek, narrow road-
Full of heavy, un-tiled stones.

Eagles and the greatest fear,
Swing through the mystic, threatful days ..

Someone is there, along with thoughts-
below the frosting, fog-filled moon.

With empty heart and frozen mind,
Seeing the nature's muted strings.

Bitter burst of thoughts remain-
Grinding the marbles of misty mind..

This grave lends every part of sorrow.
Taking humps and slumps as borrow.

Bats and bulls doesn't come here,
Crows and carts doesn't come here.

But just.. The beats of heart..
The song of pains-

Entitled with a cover of soul..
No one else come here..

Except the regretting souls..
And dark memories-

Those left unfold ..
Just one thing .. Is true, my sparrow..

Moments and moments..
Ages and ages..

Millions and billions-
Of ages may go.

But Still the Grave -
Remains the same.