In this grave yard
Where ceases not fire,
Where ceases not lamentations,
I am for eons a silent witness.
Lone I stand on this rolling slopes,
Green fields lie beyond the silent road.
A distant whistle is heard
And I know the last train is also gone.
To so many parting moments
I am an emotional witness.
To every curling smoke
I bid a silent adieu.
Under my cool shades
Meet the forefathers of this hamlet.
And they whisper through my foliage
Unto the perching birds and passing wind.
No cry shakes my roots,
No howling wind wakes the dead.
Beyond the din of the world
All are equal under my sprawling shades.
Ravi Panamanna
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