The Graveyard In The Woods Poem by Pradip Chattopadhyay

I stopped to give silence a chance
Where the fogs rise and the fireflies dance
I felt the quietude had been in wait all along
Never turning to despair though it was long!
The diggers gone with their shadowy hoods
The darkness slowly enveloped the woods
Light was irrelevant, so was turning round
I belonged here, this ancient burial ground!
There was no apparition no ghostly sight
The graves glistened in the dreamy starlight
Once death seems glorious, life pales soon
I celebrated the freedom watched by the moon!