Flowers Upon Their Graves. Poem by Raja Nosherwan

Hush! Do closer come, lets hear the last,
untangle the breaths that ride in past,
when beneath the grave lies and not hears,
shuts the curtains to our simple fears,
don't commune and close the doors to us
we suppose it so, in common fuss.
Hear may you not, if you try so hard,
feel you may not in this grave yard;
for in listening, share the living part
and by feeling, comfort the mortal heart.
We love them so, we loved them much
the mother-wit of the tombs is such,
we perch beside them, in mourning sit,
are sorrow for their departing fit!
Come see! -Aren't graven so these graves,
learn do the fashion in which behave-
transmit not they, through a simple plan
do they what, cant do a breathing man.
The flowers upon the graves I've seen
what colors and scents there haven't been-
as they loved you so, they love you more,
their falling apart cant you adore,
but, that they show are all signs to you
that the aggrieve realms are smiling too.
If you cannot hear, or cannot you feel,
with a sight that the third eye does peel,
see, to the perished not a bouquet give,
when know that they too in dying live,
and from the depths they too hear and see
into a garden turn, wherever be.


R.N.Khan, © 2011