The Elegy Of Death Poem by Amar Agarwala

I see them carve your eulogy
Melancholy etched in their eyes,
Fretful rivers and oceans grey,
Winds lamenting with the skies.

The howl of thunder wailing loud
Dark nights repining to the rain,
Their chorus singing your requiem
With a deep and grievous pain.

Dry blooms forlorn in summer fields
Autumn sorrowful like your child.
Blinded to winter's widowed hue
And how time left them beguiled,

I've heard twilight telling the dusk -
May the birds serenade your dirge,
As night gathers her tear-drops dark
That day-light it could submerge.

Morbid cremations are umpteen
Their rites of interment done,
Be it by the light of the moon
Sometimes in the dawning sun.

This earth is a cemetery old
Every square-inch of land some grave,
Those buried here are unnumbered
Sans epitaph to engrave.

I find your headstones everywhere
Losing count of them as I see,
With nature crooning soulfully
Lyrics of your elegy.
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