Garden Of Stones Poem by Ashram Ashram

GARDEN OF STONES

Garden of stones somber picture flared out in every corner
Characters of life’s story laid to rest after curtain call
For some it came after their final acts some before
Destined they were in the scripts of life in scroll
Nothing could stop the roll of dice showing the comers
Some painted in red and blue some black and white
Ending up in remembrance of what once was in memoirs
To recall the end that came anytime day and night
Some senseless and violent some end of the life’s run
Caught in the contexts of conflicts of birth and death
Heroes and villains patriarchs and monarchs everyone under the sun
Lying abreast with no discrimination which is life’s real truth

Painted picture worth more than thousand words to live by
Reminding every time life’s journey ends in the earth’s ply