This old placeWhere the river joins the sky
And the lilies grow in whites
Where the masteries of a hand
Created this majestic land
Prolific patterns of destinies
Interwoven to become pristine souls
Till they are despatched to life’s sorrows
A place where the weary feet
Is called to rest in deep sleep
And the mourner’s song is
Heard with beatific smiles
Blinded at birth from the beauty
Of this void of eternal sojourn
Human fear is vivid at the
Mention of this place
Alas! The unquestionable voice
Of the supreme authority resides
In this place
Where even the king in all their fineries
Fly along with the pauper’s miseries
Neither lord nor master to revere
But a pronounced attestation of the
Great one shrouded in splendid glory
Who speaks the reverberating
Command of birth and death
This old place
A passage of human complexities
Where actors retire for the final cast
And silence nourishes the clause of eternity