Epitaph Poem by sarita jenamani

They gather in the cemetery
and decorate their beloved graves
enlivening the deadened memories,
dust the epitaphs off
to get a proper reflection of
Subtle pain in their eyes
They light up candles
to locate the sorrow
hidden somewhere in their hearts

I have nowhere to go today
I look up to the grey sky
and try to feel the warmth
of my father’s eye
His grave exists nowhere
but in me
and I am his epitaph