The silent graveyard
The silent symphony, Mourns for the dead No life goes there Cause it’s the place where dead rest. Being dead, submerging in endless darkness, In endless abyss, to repay the sins. Yin energy accumulates in the silent graveyard, Killing the lone flower , that saw the light. Misty fog weaved with uncertain fears Draped by the graveyard , hiding it from sight. Snakes fancied the undisturbed ground, And the spiders wove dazzling webs , In which it trapped the mist to give the web an enchanting splendour. Crows occasionally cackled , in pairs or lone Increasing the tension weighing in the air. No one knew how the graveyard came to be, No one knew who were buried in there, Locals used it to scare the sleepless kids Using it as bedtime stories, scaring them to sleep. One day a rich contractor came, Determined to use it for ‘public good'. Despite the local opposition, He proceeded on his project Only to be found dead even before a grave was dug out. The locals lamented on the headstrong c