(Thought on All Sants’ Day)
They gather in the cemetery
and decorate their beloved graves
enlivening the deadened memories,
dust the epitaphs off
to get a proper reflection of
Subtle pain in their eyes
They light up candles
to locate the sorrow
hidden somewhere in their hearts
I have nowhere to go today
I look up to the grey sky
and try to feel the warmth
of my father’s eye
His grave exists nowhere
but in me
and I am his epitaph
Sarita Jenamani
1 Nov 2013
” Epitaph ” ,is a personal contemplative work that the reader will find emotionally engaging.
Yes, memories of people who leave stay with us forever.